Must.Write.New.Post.

I've been fiddling with this damn thing...checking out different template designs and headers and pictures and blah blah blah.  Last night I tried to actually write a blog, and I fell asleep.  I miss the old days where I could occasionally find something hilarious to write about.  Had some great material when I lived with my parents (dad) again, no?  Shoot, I guess my life is almost too stable for hilarity.  Except for the other day when a giant carpenter bee flew into my bathroom from the fan vent (while I was actually in there after FINALLY having time to paint my toenails).  And then when I locked him in my bathroom and ran around to the back of the house to open the outside door off my bathroom to shoo him out, I got chased by a wasp.  And then when I tried to spray the wasp to get back to my keys that I left in the bathroom door, I sprayed my keys.  And then when I had to return back to the inside of the house (to commence 'shooing' to the open door) with a tennis racket and a spray bottle.  Yeah.  Except that.

Oh good lord my eyes are starting to shut already.

So here's a quick run down on life:

MIL left today after a quick visit.  It was great to have her help, and Joe and I FINALLY went on a date for the first time in eight months.  Sushi never tasted so good.  On the other hand, now that it's just us again, we can really nail down our schedule again.  Maddie's already doing the post-grandma horrific behavior.  Something about the constant attention suddenly stopping.  Ugh.

I mopped the kitchen today.  My mop broke in the first two minutes, but I completed the rest over the course of the entire day (cranky baby, remember?) with a scrub brush and rag on my hands and knees.  I have fantasized about getting that floor clean, and it too finally got accomplished for the first time in about eight months. 

Joe still doesn't have a job secured outside of the Army...and it's too late to re-enlist.  We have a few safety nets, so I'm sweating less, but we'll see if he gets what he wants.  Shoot, I've even thought about returning to social work.  Shudder.

Tricare Overseas/WPS Health Insurance is trying to fuck us.  Our Mexico bill that we thought was all taken care of arrived in the mail at the end of Feb.  It has been one shit storm after another in trying to get it resolved.  If it goes to claims, I am going to call every number and email/mail every address for these insurance dicks, just chewing ass (tactfully), and I will contact state representatives, and whoever the hell else I can and scream THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT YOUR SERVICE MEMBERS, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES??!!!!

With that, we're still all mostly alright.  Maddie is a super happy baby (unless tired or hungry or soiled or worn out from a grandma visit).  Seriously, though, she loves to laugh, and it's great fun to make her laugh.  In just a couple days she'll be eight months old (of course supposed to only be six).  She rolls around like a mad woman.  Never stays on her blanket, just rolls until something stops her.  She hasn't figured out crawling yet...well...not forwards.  She will scoot herself backwards, and you can just tell she's almost got it all for forward but can't get it all together yet.  Fine by me.  Solids are going well, minus the continued puking.  Gave her a a few sips of water today just to start getting her used to it.  A-ok.  It's so great to watch her try and do new things.  And it still amazes me that we start so fresh with these little creatures.  All they know is to love us.  I'm the mom (and not a shit bag parent), so she loves me.  That's it.  So uncomplicated for now.  I love her too.  This whole stay-at-home mom lifestyle is absolutely insane.  But ya know, I don't want anyone else freaking out over how much she pukes or how short she napped for this time, and I certainly don't want anyone else singing our songs together or meeting Daddy in the driveway when he gets home from work.  No, I want it to be me she wears out.  "You wear me out, but I love you anyway."

{I'm not proofing this.  So sorry.}