Oh look, a real blog post. Not just another #febphotoaday or superfluous photo, not that there are ever too many photos.
Words. Use your words girl!
So the days are bleeding together rapidly, as they always do. And things are whirring. I have been letting my thoughts stay in their jumbled pile while I enjoy the distraction of Facebook and blog trolling. I realized that if people were honest most of them stalk or delurk on FB the same way they do in celebgossip mags at the market. Unlike staring voyereistically through their windows you do it electronically in an acceptable way since people give us the keys to their thoughts.
I've obviously been mulling a bit too much lately and am digressing.
I. We are coming up on our 11th wedding anniversary, which will coincidentally be the day after I send our live in roommate/mother-in-law to the states for a 7 weeks hiatus. (Rather His mother.) My unofficial celebratory gift? Being "kid" free. It's been nearly 18 months, we are due for a time out on all sides. SisA, the ball is in your court. Let your babies smother the pine tar out of her.
I know I rarely talk about her, but the MIL and I have a fairly amicable relationship. We quarrel, bicker, speed chatter, watch tv series, play WoW and generally spend a 60/40 or 70/30 ratio of time together versus her and her son. Part of the package of me dropping down to a part time job was to allow myself committed time to take her to doctor appointments, shopping and overall care and such. We have to get along or it won't work. And luckily we do.
Since I often tease her that she is our disabled teenage live-in it actually makes a bit melancholy to send her away. It'll be nice to have sex or couple-spat in any room of the house without a witness, but it'll also be lonely on my off days or my 'hey Mama did I tell you ...' times that happen so often I forget.
She'll return in April.
II. Marvel camp prep oh my! The husband and I are volunteering with the local annual middle school youth retreat the second weekend of February for the second year running. (Lots of seconds here.)
This year I got smart and volunteered for the admin/decoration side of the house. With the theme being Marvel our house is overflowing with comic books, stickers, decopaging, Bam! Woosh! Noo! signage, capes, masks, posters, t-shirts and playing cards. It's a veritable cornucopia of geek wonder and I constantly come up with things like 'oh I can put those scraps together to make a hanging mobile!' and the like.
Every time I think I might have enough decor I remember that I don't remember the EXACT room layouts I'm using, square footage, etc and it would suck to only francy up half the place.
I'm a fan of go hard or go home. Either make it look like a teenagers room vomited comic gore or be plane plane jane. I do keep getting it pointed out that anything is better than the complete lack of attention last year.
I'm a perfectionist and procrastinator still pushing through it all.
III. Babies and bathwater. When the husband returned he surpised me with the news that he thought we could make a hail mary of another go at Clomid. The doctor in the states had mentioned it was iffy but slightly possible. The medical military physicians where a little more clear cut: if you want to do fertility treatments they will all be out of pocket and they can all be purchased at the very conservative German physicians at the neighboring city.
So we are back to square one. We can attempt a few rounds of 1/100th chance that tracking my ovulation cycles could be enough (with a boatload of homeopathic assistance curtousey of the mighty Go.gle). We also can start back down the foster-adoption/foreign-adopt/international-adopt mud puddle that keeps resembling a mix between highway robbery, brain science and winning the lottery.
Perhaps I should head back to therapy.
IV. On top of all of that I have to figure out the uniquest, pinteresty, etsyish way to present the hubby with his awesome anniversary gift. I'll give you a hint, I may have pulled this off.
Wish me luck.
xoxo
D
P.S. Have I mentioned that I am trading favors and also remodeling a friends photography blog/website in return for some work done? And catching up on some major overdue dental work? And trying to schedule my parentals for a visit? And crossing my fingers the hubby doesn't get tasked for another deployment? And really trying earnestly to jump back onto the workout/eating healthy/daily God boat instead of dog paddling at a sedate pace in the wading pool?
I did now.
