Okay, I thought every Sunday evening, I will reflect on my week and mention the one time I really "failed". That can be as a wife, mother, cook, friend, etc.
This week's "Fail of the Week" happened on Valentine's Day. Rice Krispie Treats are supposed to be easy, because you only need three ingredients...butter...marshmallows...and of course, the Rice Krispies. Well, if any of you know me, know that I'm not good in the kitchen, in fact, I pretty much stink. Well, I made that apparent when I burned the butter, one of the only three ingredients to Rice Krispie Treats. Thank goodness they still turned out okay, or maybe my family is just nice enough to just smile and nod.
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Saturday, October 23, 2010
Yikes, so that's what I look like? The Guide on the how to's and what not to do!
Becoming a mommy of two has definitely kept me on my toes. Sometimes I forget to brush my teeth, brush my hair, or even use the restroom. However, this morning while looking into the mirror, I noticed my eyebrows are literally growing into one nice bushy one. Right then and there I knew I had all the ingredients to one HOT MESS!
Here is the recipe to "One Hot Mess":
First we add a hubby who is currently on night shift...sprinkle a baby who doesn't sleep and a 3 year old who gave up his nap at 2 1/2...a house that never seems to pick itself up...and you have yourself a "hot mess".
I've usually been the one to have a positive perspective on everything, but since Jesse's been on this crazy shift, I have found myself being a huge bum on a log! Now, don't get me wrong, I know things could be a lot worse, and so grateful and lucky this job is a. temporary and b. not over in Afghanistan. However, I feel like I'm being tugged in every which direction known to man. There are times when I wish I could lean on family just for a few hours every weekend so I can try and clean a toilet without it turning into an experiment for W or even to just take a short cat nap (I've tried that once and W ended up going into the shower and emptying an entire bottle of body wash, thank goodness it was just body wash and not something like bleach all over the carpet). However, being a military wife you learn to adjust without that much needed help. P-man has never been a terrific sleeper, and we have had many, many nights of rocking, patting, singing, bouncing, dancing, etc. I will admit, I never take that time for granted, because I know he's only little just this once (I wish I had that perspective on it when W was that little, now he could care less if he gets a snuggle or not). With that said, I'm finding it more and more difficult to let P-man cry-it-out. I tried last night and gave in at five minutes, resulting in us having a party in "P-man's Crib" from 10:45 p.m. until 2:30 a.m.
I'm totally okay with putting myself on the back burner, but there are things I'm not okay with. The fact I'm so fatigued has really affected the way I've been parenting W. Now, this is one main thing that I really need to work at and put it at the top of my priority list. Most of my day seems to be mainly directed at meeting P-man's needs... hold him...feed him...change him...etc. So, during that time, W doesn't get 100% of my undivided attention. While P-man naps, I try and play or do something fun with him, but I'm so exhausted I've been finding myself nodding off. When W behaves poorly (usually while I'm attending to P-man), I've often found myself shouting over to him to change is behavior, instead of walking over there and talking to him about the consequences and then redirecting. I never wanted to be that parent...never! I'm really going to work hard on being strong, and overcoming my fatigue. I'm a definite mind over matter person, but lately that's not seem to be the case.
The housework will get done, however lately I've been putting it off to the last minute (i.e. having company over, my mom coming to town, etc). I really need to set a schedule and stick to it.
Planning meals will be an entirely different blog post, but I will talk about it very soon. I just realized the huge mess I made in the kitchen that probably shouldn't be put off. We have decided to do baby-led weaning with P-man (tomorrow's blogpost), and I boiled an apple for him to eat and cut up some toast.
I guess the unibrow, the split-ends, the chipped nails, the unpolished toes,
Cheers!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Military Puppet Show
This week has definitely been filled with emotions. Being a wife of an airman definitely has its ups and downs. I definitely knew what I was getting myself into the moment I said "I do". However, there are times when I get so mad at how we are literally their puppets...we move where they want us to move...they control my husband's leave...and they can toil with emotions of an upcoming deployment...
Two nights ago my husband got word his name was third on the list of three deploying overseas and they would be leaving extremely soon. This was something we knew could possibly happen, but we knew things could change (this is the 2nd time they brought up deployment and my husband hasn't gone). Plus, my husband was supposed to be on a non-deployable duty for six months during his deployment window. We thought this all was a misunderstanding. Then yesterday morning, Jess got a phone call from the Captain in his shop telling him he was in fact scheduled to go. As soon as he hung up the phone we knew this deployment was happening and we only had a very short time to prepare. Jess had let them know of his legs and the fact he was on profile, however it was not mobility restricted. He got on the phone to reach his doctor to see what was going on...the fact he hasn't been able to run in a very long time...he knew his military days are probably numbered. Jess wasn't sure if he was even strong enough to deploy, especially since he had no idea what he would be doing. His Captain was going to let us know by the end of the day if we would be saying goodbye to Jess for six months. As soon as the phone rang...my heart sank...
Prayers were answered and with the help of Jesse's doctor they would be finding an alternate person to fill Jesse's deployment slot. I can't believe how close he was to leaving. Now, I understand military members deploy, some military members deploy every other six months, miss important family events, miss out on births, birthdays, anniversary's, etc. I just didn't think it was his time...he had already done a 365, however when the strings of the military puppeteers moves in your hubby's direction...you have no other choice but to be there to support, love, and be there with open arms for reassurance that everything will be okay. One thing being a military wife has taught me is patience, love, and how valuable time is.
I hope I can only continue to learn and grow, and no matter where the military strings lead us...I will only be that much stronger and accepting. It's only fair since they are providing us with a roof over our heads, dinner on our table, and resources only reached out to military families.
May God continue to watch and protect those serving here in the United States and afar.
God bless America!
Two nights ago my husband got word his name was third on the list of three deploying overseas and they would be leaving extremely soon. This was something we knew could possibly happen, but we knew things could change (this is the 2nd time they brought up deployment and my husband hasn't gone). Plus, my husband was supposed to be on a non-deployable duty for six months during his deployment window. We thought this all was a misunderstanding. Then yesterday morning, Jess got a phone call from the Captain in his shop telling him he was in fact scheduled to go. As soon as he hung up the phone we knew this deployment was happening and we only had a very short time to prepare. Jess had let them know of his legs and the fact he was on profile, however it was not mobility restricted. He got on the phone to reach his doctor to see what was going on...the fact he hasn't been able to run in a very long time...he knew his military days are probably numbered. Jess wasn't sure if he was even strong enough to deploy, especially since he had no idea what he would be doing. His Captain was going to let us know by the end of the day if we would be saying goodbye to Jess for six months. As soon as the phone rang...my heart sank...
Prayers were answered and with the help of Jesse's doctor they would be finding an alternate person to fill Jesse's deployment slot. I can't believe how close he was to leaving. Now, I understand military members deploy, some military members deploy every other six months, miss important family events, miss out on births, birthdays, anniversary's, etc. I just didn't think it was his time...he had already done a 365, however when the strings of the military puppeteers moves in your hubby's direction...you have no other choice but to be there to support, love, and be there with open arms for reassurance that everything will be okay. One thing being a military wife has taught me is patience, love, and how valuable time is.
I hope I can only continue to learn and grow, and no matter where the military strings lead us...I will only be that much stronger and accepting. It's only fair since they are providing us with a roof over our heads, dinner on our table, and resources only reached out to military families.
May God continue to watch and protect those serving here in the United States and afar.
God bless America!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
The glass is really half-full - Acknowleding PPD
**This has taken me weeks to write this all out, and a lot of courage to get my word out**
"A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn’t see the clouds at all – he’s walking on them" – Leonard Louis Levinson
For those of you who have known me most of my life you usually think of me as a pretty optimistic person. I'm usually the one filled with laughter, jokes, and just a pretty fun girl to be around. I would always see the glass half-full. However, this all changed about 539 days ago....
January 20, 2009 brought an entire different chapter into my book of "Life". I was preparing to move to Ohio with my 19 month-old to meet my husband at his new duty station. Jesse was still in Korea at the time, so with the help of my parents I packed up our life and headed out east. I was really excited at the time and looking forward to creating a new home in Ohio. Jesse had heard a lot of great things about his new base, hence the reason he put it at the top of his dream sheet. I was really pushing for him to either stay at Offutt (why change something that's going good?) or PCS to Peterson Air Force Base in Colorado Springs, Colorado. However, I realized how much the job meant to him, and supported his decision to come here.
Moving away from home in the dead of winter is never a good idea, especially to a place where the winters contain 10% sunshine. This was my first time ever away from family, and thus was definitely an adjustment. The first two months there were exciting and new, especially because we welcomed Jesse home after a year long PCS to South Korea. It was great having him home to discover new things with. However, after the initial high of being there, I started to realize this was not "home" and began looking at the glass half-emptied. I had no friends, and no playmates for W. The walls started caving in on me, and I started feeling extremely overwhelmed. I was definitely looking forward to May (2009), because we would be getting to see a lot of family due to a college graduation, wedding, an a high school graduation.
July came around and we found out we were expecting our second baby. I was just over-the-moon excited, especially when we were trying for six cycles. That month brought a lot of ups and one major down, with the biggest up being baby #2, and the down was having Jess in the hospital for four days. After finding out we were expecting, I started become close to my neighbor who was also expecting a March baby. I knew this was the opportunity I was waiting for to get out of the house and meet people. Through my neighbor, I was able to meet other military wives and mothers. I was having the time of my life, attending playgroups, MOPS (found out through another friend who is also from Nebraska), and GNOs. As my pregnancy was progressing, I started having these overwhelming feelings, and my negative emotions started to take over. I was realizing my mom and sister were not here to experience my pregnancy with me and would be missing out not only the birth, but the shopping and belly rubs. The holidays came and went without being able to spend them with either sides parents. See, I'm a very family-oriented person, and at the time I didn't feel spending it with my "military family" was good enough. I tried to put on a happy face, etc, but honestly I felt a lot people could read through my fake happiness.
February was another exciting month. Not only did I get to help celebrate my neighbor's baby shower, but she also co-hosted a sprinkle for me. I was so grateful for that, as I knew I was appreciated and people really cared for me. I knew after February came March. March not only brought the birth of our second born, but family being able to come out and visit. Shortly after I gave birth to P-man, I started suffering from what I thought was just a simple case of the baby blues (had them for three weeks with William). I was always teary-eyed, and couldn't stand to webcam with my sissy back home in Nebraska, because I so wished I was there with her and the rest of my family. I felt as if I was missing out on so much. As April and May came around, my negativity was in full force. I started feeling all the friendships I had developed in Ohio were slowly fading away. I was feeling like a terrible mother. With that, I didn't want to struggle with two kiddos in public by myself, and my three-year-old wasn't getting the much needed attention from mommy (P is a nursing addict). My marriage was starting to feel the effects as well. I had no one (again this is what I thought, my husband was very much supportive and understanding through this all). I was stuck in this place where I didn't want to be, I had no energy, was extremely fatigued, and started to dislike the person I was becoming. It was so easy to put up this facade to everyone outside of the four walls that I called home. I was/am a victim of postpartum depression.
Postpartum depression has been a huge struggle for me, especially dealing with it in a surrounding where at times you feel uncomfortable. I always told myself I would never let my emotions get the best of me, wow was that a lie! I'm currently on the path of recovering without the use of medications, but from the support of my family. I'm hoping to make a lot of changes, but one step at a time. The only one true thing that is important to me is my family. I really need focus all my energy on the three people who matter the most...Jesse, W, and P-man. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. The glass really is HALF-FULL.
"A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn’t see the clouds at all – he’s walking on them" – Leonard Louis Levinson
For those of you who have known me most of my life you usually think of me as a pretty optimistic person. I'm usually the one filled with laughter, jokes, and just a pretty fun girl to be around. I would always see the glass half-full. However, this all changed about 539 days ago....
January 20, 2009 brought an entire different chapter into my book of "Life". I was preparing to move to Ohio with my 19 month-old to meet my husband at his new duty station. Jesse was still in Korea at the time, so with the help of my parents I packed up our life and headed out east. I was really excited at the time and looking forward to creating a new home in Ohio. Jesse had heard a lot of great things about his new base, hence the reason he put it at the top of his dream sheet. I was really pushing for him to either stay at Offutt (why change something that's going good?) or PCS to Peterson Air Force Base in Colorado Springs, Colorado. However, I realized how much the job meant to him, and supported his decision to come here.
Moving away from home in the dead of winter is never a good idea, especially to a place where the winters contain 10% sunshine. This was my first time ever away from family, and thus was definitely an adjustment. The first two months there were exciting and new, especially because we welcomed Jesse home after a year long PCS to South Korea. It was great having him home to discover new things with. However, after the initial high of being there, I started to realize this was not "home" and began looking at the glass half-emptied. I had no friends, and no playmates for W. The walls started caving in on me, and I started feeling extremely overwhelmed. I was definitely looking forward to May (2009), because we would be getting to see a lot of family due to a college graduation, wedding, an a high school graduation.
July came around and we found out we were expecting our second baby. I was just over-the-moon excited, especially when we were trying for six cycles. That month brought a lot of ups and one major down, with the biggest up being baby #2, and the down was having Jess in the hospital for four days. After finding out we were expecting, I started become close to my neighbor who was also expecting a March baby. I knew this was the opportunity I was waiting for to get out of the house and meet people. Through my neighbor, I was able to meet other military wives and mothers. I was having the time of my life, attending playgroups, MOPS (found out through another friend who is also from Nebraska), and GNOs. As my pregnancy was progressing, I started having these overwhelming feelings, and my negative emotions started to take over. I was realizing my mom and sister were not here to experience my pregnancy with me and would be missing out not only the birth, but the shopping and belly rubs. The holidays came and went without being able to spend them with either sides parents. See, I'm a very family-oriented person, and at the time I didn't feel spending it with my "military family" was good enough. I tried to put on a happy face, etc, but honestly I felt a lot people could read through my fake happiness.
February was another exciting month. Not only did I get to help celebrate my neighbor's baby shower, but she also co-hosted a sprinkle for me. I was so grateful for that, as I knew I was appreciated and people really cared for me. I knew after February came March. March not only brought the birth of our second born, but family being able to come out and visit. Shortly after I gave birth to P-man, I started suffering from what I thought was just a simple case of the baby blues (had them for three weeks with William). I was always teary-eyed, and couldn't stand to webcam with my sissy back home in Nebraska, because I so wished I was there with her and the rest of my family. I felt as if I was missing out on so much. As April and May came around, my negativity was in full force. I started feeling all the friendships I had developed in Ohio were slowly fading away. I was feeling like a terrible mother. With that, I didn't want to struggle with two kiddos in public by myself, and my three-year-old wasn't getting the much needed attention from mommy (P is a nursing addict). My marriage was starting to feel the effects as well. I had no one (again this is what I thought, my husband was very much supportive and understanding through this all). I was stuck in this place where I didn't want to be, I had no energy, was extremely fatigued, and started to dislike the person I was becoming. It was so easy to put up this facade to everyone outside of the four walls that I called home. I was/am a victim of postpartum depression.
Postpartum depression has been a huge struggle for me, especially dealing with it in a surrounding where at times you feel uncomfortable. I always told myself I would never let my emotions get the best of me, wow was that a lie! I'm currently on the path of recovering without the use of medications, but from the support of my family. I'm hoping to make a lot of changes, but one step at a time. The only one true thing that is important to me is my family. I really need focus all my energy on the three people who matter the most...Jesse, W, and P-man. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. The glass really is HALF-FULL.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Dear H1N1
Dear H1N1,
I want to thank you for all the worry you have caused since April. Not only do I have to worry about my 2-year-old child with asthma, but I have to worry about myself and my unborn child. It doesn't help that you have to make your appearance known on the front page of every national and local news outlet daily. I'm also not a fan of how many lives you have taken including at least 89 children. You have also taken mommies and babies from their families as well.
At this time, I'm supposed to be sitting here enjoying every second of my pregnancy as well as doing fun things with my son outside the home. Instead, I'm having to make sure I have enough hand sanitizer in my diaper bag and make sure we isolate ourselves from anyone who can potentially be sick.
You have seriously taken so much away from a lot of people, me included. I'm now trying to figure out if vaccinating my family against you is the best decision I can make. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm pro-vaccination, but do I fully trust the readiness of the vaccine who will protect us against you?! Not really! I hate the fact I'm stuck here making a decision that could possible cause harm to myself, my son, and my unborn child. Do I go ahead with the vaccine without the known LONG-TERM side-effects? or Do I take my chances in hope neither one of my family members comes down with you? If one of us comes down with you, are we going to be associated with the lucky 99% of people who have the mild form, or are we going to be apart of the dreaded 1% who are either hospitalized or die?
You have caused so many people to worry that our national government declared a state of emergency, causing hospitals to be flooded with people believing they contracted you. Hospitals are also changing their visitation policy's regarding children, and now my child won't get the opportunity of meeting his new sibling until we are home from the hospital. Don't get me wrong, I'm very thankful my newborn will be able to stay germ free during his/her stay with me. I wouldn't want to put any child in harms way of contracting you or any other illness for that matter. This is just another thing I need to worry about and or change (my birth experience, easy transition for my eldest, etc) , because of your unwelcome presence into this world.
I hope you take this letter into consideration and just disappear. You are no longer welcomed.
I want to thank you for all the worry you have caused since April. Not only do I have to worry about my 2-year-old child with asthma, but I have to worry about myself and my unborn child. It doesn't help that you have to make your appearance known on the front page of every national and local news outlet daily. I'm also not a fan of how many lives you have taken including at least 89 children. You have also taken mommies and babies from their families as well.
At this time, I'm supposed to be sitting here enjoying every second of my pregnancy as well as doing fun things with my son outside the home. Instead, I'm having to make sure I have enough hand sanitizer in my diaper bag and make sure we isolate ourselves from anyone who can potentially be sick.
You have seriously taken so much away from a lot of people, me included. I'm now trying to figure out if vaccinating my family against you is the best decision I can make. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm pro-vaccination, but do I fully trust the readiness of the vaccine who will protect us against you?! Not really! I hate the fact I'm stuck here making a decision that could possible cause harm to myself, my son, and my unborn child. Do I go ahead with the vaccine without the known LONG-TERM side-effects? or Do I take my chances in hope neither one of my family members comes down with you? If one of us comes down with you, are we going to be associated with the lucky 99% of people who have the mild form, or are we going to be apart of the dreaded 1% who are either hospitalized or die?
You have caused so many people to worry that our national government declared a state of emergency, causing hospitals to be flooded with people believing they contracted you. Hospitals are also changing their visitation policy's regarding children, and now my child won't get the opportunity of meeting his new sibling until we are home from the hospital. Don't get me wrong, I'm very thankful my newborn will be able to stay germ free during his/her stay with me. I wouldn't want to put any child in harms way of contracting you or any other illness for that matter. This is just another thing I need to worry about and or change (my birth experience, easy transition for my eldest, etc) , because of your unwelcome presence into this world.
I hope you take this letter into consideration and just disappear. You are no longer welcomed.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Why I hate my body...
Okay, some of you already know that Jesse and I have started to try for our 2nd child. We thought it was time to make W a big brother, because he was showing signs that he was ready to handle the responsibility of a big brother. For example, some friends of ours have a 5-month-old baby girl. She was over here one evening...started crying....W walked over to her carseat, grabbed her binkie, and put it in her mouth. It was the cutest thing ever, just melted all of our hearts. Anywho, some of you don't know that we've actually been trying for four cycles now. We tried once in Sept. of 2008 while Jess was home on his mid-tour, and picked up again in Feb. when he returned home from Korea.
I honestly didn't think it was going to be this difficult to get pregnant, knowing how easy it was to conceive W. I am almost a year (July of 2008) post-IUD removal, so I know my body has adjusted to live outside birth control. I normally have 31-32 day cycles, with ovulation occurring between cycle days 16-18. I've been charting on this website: www.fertilityfriend.com. It's definitely been an amazing tool to use, plus it gives me the insight on how my body works month after month. Besides charting, I also use ovulation predictor kits. I start taking them right around CD 10 and continue until I get a positive reading. Here is an example from this cycle:
There was only one cycle I didn't use the ovulation predictor kit nor did I temp, ya know going the whole "not trying, not preventing" thing (it worked great w/W). Well, that didn't work, so now I'm back to 100% of charting and taking OPK's (ovulation predictor kits). I'm currently 12 days past ovulation, and here is my current situation:
I did take a pregnancy test this morning, and it was a BFN (big fat negative to those who aren't in the trying to conceive world). Looks like we're onto cycle #5. I know it usually takes the average couple (with no history of infertility problems) six months to conceive. However, Jesse and I are doing everything in our power to hit the dot on the nose. We try to conceive during my fertile window, I'm taking a B-complex vitamin, multi-vitamin filled with folic acid, and 3 fish oil, omega 3 vitamins a day. I just hate my body right now. I'm trying my very best to eat healthy, and I do work out around 7 hours a week, so I'm even in better shape than I was when I got pregnant with W. I'm seriously starting to think my body is plotting against me...okay not really, but in hindsight I really wish I didn't have the IUD inserted. I really think that's the corporate to the reason why I'm not getting pregnant. Even though I was quite disappointed in my test result this morning, I'm starting to be accepting of the fact that God has a plan for Jesse and I. Maybe us going on vacation today for 13 days to Jesse's home state of Virginia is the reason why God decided getting pregnant right now wasn't in good timing.... I don't know...I just want this to happen sooner than later. I want more than anything to see two lines, heck I would take seeing two lines over winning the lottery at this point.
I will definitely keep you all updated if anything changes. I did toss the subject of this blog around a few times. I was a little nervous about opening up a part of my life that is a little private. However, knowing that I'm here in Ohio with no real friends yet, it's only best for me to get what I'm feeling off my chest. Thanks everyone for listening.
I honestly didn't think it was going to be this difficult to get pregnant, knowing how easy it was to conceive W. I am almost a year (July of 2008) post-IUD removal, so I know my body has adjusted to live outside birth control. I normally have 31-32 day cycles, with ovulation occurring between cycle days 16-18. I've been charting on this website: www.fertilityfriend.com. It's definitely been an amazing tool to use, plus it gives me the insight on how my body works month after month. Besides charting, I also use ovulation predictor kits. I start taking them right around CD 10 and continue until I get a positive reading. Here is an example from this cycle:
There was only one cycle I didn't use the ovulation predictor kit nor did I temp, ya know going the whole "not trying, not preventing" thing (it worked great w/W). Well, that didn't work, so now I'm back to 100% of charting and taking OPK's (ovulation predictor kits). I'm currently 12 days past ovulation, and here is my current situation:
I did take a pregnancy test this morning, and it was a BFN (big fat negative to those who aren't in the trying to conceive world). Looks like we're onto cycle #5. I know it usually takes the average couple (with no history of infertility problems) six months to conceive. However, Jesse and I are doing everything in our power to hit the dot on the nose. We try to conceive during my fertile window, I'm taking a B-complex vitamin, multi-vitamin filled with folic acid, and 3 fish oil, omega 3 vitamins a day. I just hate my body right now. I'm trying my very best to eat healthy, and I do work out around 7 hours a week, so I'm even in better shape than I was when I got pregnant with W. I'm seriously starting to think my body is plotting against me...okay not really, but in hindsight I really wish I didn't have the IUD inserted. I really think that's the corporate to the reason why I'm not getting pregnant. Even though I was quite disappointed in my test result this morning, I'm starting to be accepting of the fact that God has a plan for Jesse and I. Maybe us going on vacation today for 13 days to Jesse's home state of Virginia is the reason why God decided getting pregnant right now wasn't in good timing.... I don't know...I just want this to happen sooner than later. I want more than anything to see two lines, heck I would take seeing two lines over winning the lottery at this point.
I will definitely keep you all updated if anything changes. I did toss the subject of this blog around a few times. I was a little nervous about opening up a part of my life that is a little private. However, knowing that I'm here in Ohio with no real friends yet, it's only best for me to get what I'm feeling off my chest. Thanks everyone for listening.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Ohio
Well, it's been a very long time since I've updated this blog, and thought tonight was a good night to pick it up again (no Jon & Kate Plus 8, no Secret Life of the American teenager, and no Bachelor). My family has been back together again since Feb. 6th of this year, and it's been such an amazing ride. W and I packed up our house and made the move to Ohio in late Jan. I wanted to make sure Jess had an easy transition back into the states. My parents were a huge help by making the trip with us, helping with W, moving us in, painting, and arranging everything. I don't know what I would have done without them.
Since living in Ohio, we've had quite a few visitors. Shortly after my mom and dad left, Cheryl my mother-in-law came to visit and help with W so I could unwind from the move, etc. My father-in-law, Dennis came in the night before Jesse was scheduled home. Then that Monday after the in-laws left, my sister came and spent the week with us. It was such a blast, plus she babysat so Jesse and I could spend a lovely Valentine's holiday together. Finally, we welcomed Jesse's two brothers and our future sister-in-law over their spring break. It's definitely been amazing being surrounded by all of our family. I truly believe that's helped me immensely getting acquainted with my new surroundings and not focusing too hard on missing home. Oh, and I forgot to mention my family in Indy...we've been able to see them a few times, which has been great too.
We're all still adjusting to our new home/life in Ohio. The weather is crazy here with more cloudy days than sun. It still has yet to reach above 75 degrees. The drivers are crazy and rude. Outside of our house in base housing, it's pretty much ghetto, and would be scared out of my mind to walk outside the gates alone. It's been hard trying to make friends, especially with our neighbors on both sides and across the street from us have no children. Plus, it doesn't help that the turn over rate is extremely high on an air base.... I guess ask me a few months from now after enjoying the summer sun how I feel about Ohio. I'm really hoping my attitude changes, and I learn to like it. I really don't have a choice, so I might as well deal with it.
Since living in Ohio, we've had quite a few visitors. Shortly after my mom and dad left, Cheryl my mother-in-law came to visit and help with W so I could unwind from the move, etc. My father-in-law, Dennis came in the night before Jesse was scheduled home. Then that Monday after the in-laws left, my sister came and spent the week with us. It was such a blast, plus she babysat so Jesse and I could spend a lovely Valentine's holiday together. Finally, we welcomed Jesse's two brothers and our future sister-in-law over their spring break. It's definitely been amazing being surrounded by all of our family. I truly believe that's helped me immensely getting acquainted with my new surroundings and not focusing too hard on missing home. Oh, and I forgot to mention my family in Indy...we've been able to see them a few times, which has been great too.
We're all still adjusting to our new home/life in Ohio. The weather is crazy here with more cloudy days than sun. It still has yet to reach above 75 degrees. The drivers are crazy and rude. Outside of our house in base housing, it's pretty much ghetto, and would be scared out of my mind to walk outside the gates alone. It's been hard trying to make friends, especially with our neighbors on both sides and across the street from us have no children. Plus, it doesn't help that the turn over rate is extremely high on an air base.... I guess ask me a few months from now after enjoying the summer sun how I feel about Ohio. I'm really hoping my attitude changes, and I learn to like it. I really don't have a choice, so I might as well deal with it.
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