A Snapshot of a Military Wife Life: January 2012

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Itty bitty pity party

I'm having a tiny pity party tonight.

First off, let me say, that I really didn't have a bad day. I spent the morning and the evening in the company of one of my very best friends and she fed me breakfast and dinner (yea for no cooking!) I also got to talk to my husband and I even made reservations for our post deployment vacation and ended up saving about $300 on it! So, over all, it was a pretty nice day.

Tonight, however, I'm feeling frustrated and pitiful.

I have two broken feet. Well, technically, I have one broken foot and one hurt foot, but same difference. A few months back (yes, months, as in plural) I managed to step into one of those God-forsaken bead wire thingies and twisted and damaged the tendons on the bottom of my left foot. I was told that until I had 2-3 weeks of rest, I would be in pain and should be in a boot. This is hilarious, really, because my husband is deployed half way around the world and I have two small and precocious children. Rest, ha. Showering daily is a challenge, let's be realistic. I'll rest when I'm dead, for now, I'll just suffer the hurt foot.

As if that wasn't enough, I go and get my pinky toe broken, dislocated, and the adjoining bone fractured on my right foot. This is a good story. Duke did it. Yeah, my ~~horse~~ dog broke my darn foot. He was just jumping around being an excited puppy, (which he rarely does, actually) and his foot somehow caught my toe and it ended up all hanging off the side of my foot in a funky angle. This was on Christmas Eve. After the worlds fastest ER trip in history, I get saddled with ANOTHER boot and crutches. Yeah, right people. Crutches??? I'm a mom of a toddler and a preschooler with no husband around. Ha.

Today both my feet are so swollen that even socks kinda hurt. That's why I'm pitiful. I hate being injured and in pain and I hate that my house is a mess! So there it is. A very lamenting blog post because I needed to get it off my chest. Oh, and here is a picture of my pitiful feet. They were once skinny and pretty, now... not so much.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

I suck at life, but I'm wicked cool

Okay, so that's a bit misleading. I don't suck at life (most of the time) but I do suck at blogging.

2011 was a bit of a crapshoot. Deployment really sucks the life out of me, and then add in two children (my precious little terrors), a new puppy (what was I thinking?), and a lot of illness and injury (mostly my own!) and you can see why I haven't written much.

It's a new year now. 2011 is history. 2012 is finally here. It hold the promise of greatness. I am ready.

It started off right, margaritas and homecoming sign making. Does it get much better? Well... technically, it totally does, but for me, it was a pretty good way to start. Minutes after the ball dropped I stepped outside to do something I shouldn't do, but while I was out there, I saw a shooting star. I felt like I was a little girl, but I made a wish. I know it will come true.

Deployment is almost over. {pause} HAPPY DANCE {un-pause} and with that, comes a whole lot of happiness.

My kids are flourishing, although I really don't know how being as I am barely keeping my head above water. I am lucky, I guess, that I have very intelligent and adaptable children. We got a dog, Duke, who is a 9 month old Scottish Deerhound. Basically, we now own a small horse. Not much else to say other than I'm going to write a bit every day now. I know I need to do something, for me, which is what this is. If anyone else reads it, then yea

Other big news is that I got a DSLR camera (being as this is supposed to be a "snapshot" blog...) so here's some of my favorite pictures from the last few months.