Where is It?

I'm in one of those moods where you say/think things like "What's the point?  Who cares?" etc.  I think I'm just tired of this stupid TDY that Joe is on (he's run ragged all day every day, and we hardly get a chance to talk), which means the next deployment is going to rock my world.  Yeah, cuz I'm ridiculous and have gotten too used to him being home.  Still, it's depressing that even though he's been home on his longest stretch ever (4.5 months), we never go anywhere and we never do anything.  It makes all this work waiting and keeping the house and thus our lives together seem like it's not worth anything.  One of us needs to get the ball rolling.  Well, my friends, I am ready for us to take a trip.  Finally got my money, but of course, the Army has other plans for my dear husband.  Gah!   

This mood is bleeding into my 5k plans also, or at least I think it is, though maybe I'm just actually being rational.  The 5k that I was initially very excited about is this Saturday.  That said, I haven't run in a week due to being sick, which I'm still on the tail end of.  Trying to get back into it has been made difficult with a cold front that has our highs in the 40's plus a wind factor.  Last in the trifecta of reasons why I shouldn't pay to run in a race I'm ill prepared for is that Joe gets home the night before.  Are we really going to want to get up early (he's only been sleeping 4-5 hours a night during the last two weeks of training) on one of Joe's few days off to sleep in?  Eh.  I was really excited to do this, but now it just seems like a hassle, which is probably why I have not registered.  (Hey, maybe this is why we never do anything.)

Also, there's Christmas.  It stresses me out every year:  Are we going anywhere?  What do we get everyone?  Do we have the money to buy gifts for twenty something family members?  Bah.  I actually have some gifts but haven't taken the time to wrap and send them.  I keep waiting for more input from Joe, as he'd previously had some opinions regarding the gift content and process, but of course he ain't home.  And now I'm second-guessing what I have bought. 

I hear when you're in your thirties, you're more comfortable in your own skin and don't ask such pathetic questions as "Why am I here?" and "What is the point?"  I'm ready for that.  I need a plan.