I have survived the day

Despite where we are stationed, I have never, ever, ventured near the "city". Now don't get all excited and think I grew a pair or anything I'm not in "the city". But I am in one of the boroughs.

And my friend tells me that its the most suburban of them all. I'd shoot myself if I had live this close to people. It took us 45 mins to make it home 15 miles. And that was good time apparently.

Her husband is away just like mine, she's frazzled just like me, her kids are climbing off the walls just like mine, she had zero plans for this weekend like me, and the kids really miss each other, so here we are. I made it down in one piece and thanks to the GPS my dad got me for Christmas, that I swore I would have no reason to use, I made not one wrong turn.

The kids got along famously, I mean one or two fights here and there but we started with four kids and we are ending the night with four kids.

The only downside of the day was dash-1 turning down his first marriage proposal. Apparently marriage does not seem fun enough for the young lad to commit himself just yet.

I'm not sure what tomorrow holds but today's adventure has turned out just fine. And now we are going to enjoy kid free peace and something that this state does extremely well... pizza. Actually its "The worlds best pizza" I shall report back to you all on that.

I know your on the edge of your seat on that one aren't you?

I knew it!

Erika left this comment about the postman post, "My step mom's People magazine used to get read by the post people too. She once found food stuck to her magazine. The post person must have had used it for reading material during lunch break. Some people have a lot of nerve!!"

I just wanted to let you all know I am now officially paranoid. If its read during a lunch break... why not in the bathroom? I'm cringing folks. CRINGING over here.

But thank you Erika for validating my worst fear of what maybe happening to my mail. Without you all my husband would just think I was just being nuts, apparently I have a tendency to sometimes go off the deep end with certain far fetched things. Like car trunks flying open as you are driving.

Hard to believe right?

But now, now I have corroboration. In writing.

no husband bashing here

I hate husband bashing. I've said this before on here, I just don't see the need for it and quite frankly I think its horribly disrespectful to your spouse and to your marriage.

Now, I do think the occasional funny husband tid bit or talk of what they do that drives us crazy is ok. In fact I think both make great blog material when handled in a funny, none hateful way. But the bashing is to me just disgusting.

I found a mommy board online for the local area. I thought it would be a place to trade parenting tips, cute stories, and find playgroups. I found the board before I had started blogging and honestly I thought I would find the community there that I have found here. It was ok at first, but then again ever notice how crazy people always seem normal at first?

I've pretty much stopped posting or expecting to get anything out of that board. I did meet one very lovely person on the board who has kids oh so close to my kids age and her husband is also military. Well Coast Guard but potatoe/potato (I'm only kidding brie, she also reads this now so no coastie jokes). Finding her was nice, finally my kids had someone else who understood that daddies go away and I had a military spouse friend.

Anyways I still do check in on the boards to see what people have posted. It's like a sickness, I guess its some form of voyerism. But all they do is husband bash. And I'm talking some NASTY stuff.

And let me tell you how that board was lit up on valentines day. One woman was pissed because her husband bought her a box of nice chocolates and she had just lost some weight. And just an fyi she was ripping into how stupid he was and I believe the a hole word was used. Sweet Jesus cut the poor guy some slack or hey, hears an idea, appreciate that he's home with you. Perhaps he was a little clueless but maybe just maybe he was really trying.

Wanna make a bet her appreciative ass isn't going to get anything next year!

All these women do is complain about their lives and their husbands. They do everything, they cook, they clean, they alone take care of the kids.

Ummm what's funny is their exaggeration really is our life isn't it folks!

It hit me some tonight when I was talking to brie and we were talking about how much our kids miss their dads and how much we "ask" of them (and how they were driving us crazy but that's not really crucial to this story). Small example, Dash-1 is so excited, he is bursting because when flyboy comes home he will be home for an entire week.

Awkard moment, flyboy isn't a 100% sure of his schedule so lets home that he can pull this one off.

I always wonder when I read these hating husband post, how much of it is that their lives really suck or how much is just the woe is me syndrome that we all fall into. Can I just say I want to post "Get over yourselves bitches" so bad. So bad.

But I'm not an idiot I know how that would go over.

I don't want to make it seem like I'm using the "my life is harder because of the military" card. I hate to make it seem like I think I have it worse then these women. That would make me no better then them. And the last thing I want is that! I have a great life, I'm blessed with my beautiful boys whom I get to raise, I have a wonderfully solid marriage, and I'm lucky to have a husband who would move heaven and earth for me.

And best of all, I realize that.

And like someone said in a comment a couple days ago, perspective is everything. These woman need to get some perspective.

Hmmm, this was supposed to be a much funnier post, it took a turn somewhere...