Let me count the ways. . . Actually, my husband just left this morning after 2 weeks of rest and recreation, and I am reminding myself of all the ways that I do NOT miss his ass! I love my husband and I hate for him to be gone, but we must look at the bright side and my bright side is the long list of shit that I do not miss about him being around. So here are two comprehensive lists for comparison purposes: things I do miss and things I don't.
THINGS I MISS WHEN HE'S DEPLOYED:
1. Sex
2. Trivia Pursuit
3. Intelligent conversations with an adult
4. More sex
5. Another set of hands with the kids (especially at 2am with the baby)
6. His spontaneity
7. Someone else to help with cooking and cleaning
8. Barbecue!
9. Sex
10. Knowing he's safe
THINGS I DO NOT MISS WHEN HE'S DEPLOYED:
1. Laundry, heaps and heaps of laundry (how can one person make that many dirty clothes?)
2. Noises coming from the garage
3. Dirt from the garage all over my house
4. His inability to sit still for 2 seconds
5. The constant changing of the television channels
6. Having to give him sex (let's face it, sometimes I just don't feel like it!)
7. The ridiculous water bill (how can it go up $40 from him being here?)
8. Being broke (between the car and the kids, I swear he EATS money)
9. His spoiling of the kids and letting them get away with everything
10. Having to have rum and coke on hand at all times
11. the snoring!!!!
I am a very lucky woman to have married the man I did. He's a great father and everything I ever wanted in a husband. How many other people do you know who have been married 15 years who still have sex 3-4 times a week? I am crazy about this man!
But for now, I intend to relish the little things that make me happy he's gone. Maybe that makes me a bad person, but it's either live it up or curl up in a ball and cry! I choose life.
Welcome to my life: Seventeen years as an Army wife, four deployments, five kids, and more BULLSHIT than any person should ever have to fucking contend with. This is my personal bitch session regarding anything Army that pisses me the fuck off. There's some good advice for surviving Army life and fucking funny shit. I am a proud infantry wife and have learned to laugh when I wanted to cry and how to swear fluently. Don't like the truth or foul language? Fine. Don't fucking read my blog.
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1 comment:
But the rum & coke is what makes T...well um T! I <3 him! He's the motherfluffing shizzle yo! <3 But you're still my heart Katie Bean
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