Unpacking the Feels
A friend called to ask if I was done unpacking yet. It had been three days. The crock-pot was in a box labeled 'Deep Fryer.' So no. I was not done unpacking.
Notes from the Meeting of the RSA
Step through the past, present, and future notes from the meeting of reluctant stepparents anonymous.
Going Mental in the Rental
One month in the New Jersey rental. Still unpacking. Christmas in 23 days. The crockpot is the only thing keeping me sane. Certain people expect a meal when they get home.
Pool of Trouble…
He deployed and left me with a pool I'd never maintained. It turned green. I sent him photos of everything except the backyard which contained the pool of trouble.
Been a long time
Well, I just noticed that it’s been an indecently long time since I have written. And I guess it’s high time I got it together and updated. Its down to the last weeks before my husband returns from this latest deployment. I am excited and nervous. Nervous that he has a mental image of what the house we moved into almost a year ago looks like, and that the expectations are high. There’s still a lot of unpacked boxes and odds and ends I haven’t quite figured out what to do with in this new house. It has been busy. It seems like every day a thousand things are on…
