Post Mother's Day Shitstorm

I am literally chugging coffee this morning.  To close out Mother's Day, Maddie went nuts from about 10:30 to midnight last night.  I can't remember the last time that happened.  Then I was in "up" mode and didn't sleep until 1AM.  When Joe got up at 4:20AM, I got up to pump and then went back to sleep at 5AM.  I woke up to her at 7AM.  God damn it.  Naturally, as I expected a long nap from her this morning due to her sleep shortage from last night, I only got about an hour.  It's only Monday.  Only Monday.  Only fucking Monday.  She's awake right now moaning back there in her crib.  I'm feeling sick from the coffee.

Sunday is my normal grocery shopping day (so I can go without Maddie), but I took the whole weekend off starting Friday, which was Military Spouse Appreciation Day.  Since Saturday was the meat of the weekend appreciation o' Katie sandwich, I decided it was mine too.  Joe acted accordingly, and I had very few responsibilities over the weekend.  Now I'm almost regretting the fun, as my brain is not switched back on to normal mode.  And, of course, we (me AND Maddie) need to go grocery shopping.  Other than toilet paper and cereal, I don't know what to buy.  I don't have a plan.  I hate the paleo diet, and it makes me sad and depressed to cook dinner around here.  Bah.

Important to note: the entire time I've been here, Joe's unit has NEVER done anything for Spouse Appreciation Day.  So, FUUUUUUUUCK YOU GUYS.  

Okay, she's now in her saucer.  I'm just about out of time here.  What the hell else was I going to write??

Uh, the job search is going about as well as it was before.  Joe is just about to apply to a loan officer position with a company in MO that sells VA loans.  Apparently one of his best old (and once slacker) friends has been moving along with the company and is going to personally walk Joe's application in to HR with his own recommendation.  I guess Joe stands a decent chance of getting it...especially since a veteran selling VA loans has a nice ring to it.  We decided that if Joe can't get the job he wants right now, he might as well do something that will make some money...and as his friend said, "Joe can sell snow (ice?) to an eskimo."  Comi$$ion?  Or something like that.  However, the thought of living back in MO made me have a small panic attack earlier.  It's a little too close to family.  No offense, family.  But I mean, how do we skip out on family Christmas living in the same state?  (We still totally will, though.  You betcha.)  Anyway.  Lots of shit going on in our heads.  When would we move?  Could we move when Joe starts burning up his leave in June?  How does health insurance work?  Will this job even be offered to us?  Will other jobs ever be offered?  Etc etc etc.

Also, I'm reading The Girl Who Played with Fire, and I am obsessed. 

Okay, time is UP!  Gonna test out my new Beco Butterfly 2 (in Paige) at the store today.  See ya, suckers.