Apparently I'm mean. . .

Note to self:

o I'm mean!

According to my children: I'm mean! (I only get told this about 20 times a day) And apparently my husband just learned today that, I'm MEAN! So I was told that I need to start being nice. What the hell does that mean anyways? I am nice, as long as you're not dumb, mean to me (or my family), or did I mention dumb? Really it's not difficult. Don't do or say dumb shit and I won't have to say something mean. I mean it's not like I do it intentionally, but I have a tendency to say what is on my mind, or speak the truth, and apparently that's mean.
I have to say, I do think society is making us a bunch of soft, lazy bastards (this includes myself.) I mean if people raised their children the way people 40 years ago did, we wouldn't be having this problem. But no, back then parents were to hard on their kids and new parents just want to coddle their children. Here's a new one for you: Teach your kids right from wrong, and when they fuck up hold them accountable. It really can be that simple. My kids know what is right and what is wrong, as much a a 7,6 & 4 yr old can. And when my kids fuck up they get disciplined. I tell them what they did wrong and what the right choice should have been. Then if they continue to repeat the "wrong," they get disciplined. Some things would be so much more simple if people would just be accountable for their own actions and quit blaming it on mommy and daddy or society. Ok enough of my rant for tonight. Now if someone could help me off my soapbox, that way if I slip and fall I can blame it on you. . . .

My " OH SHEET" moment

Well here we are, my oh SHEET moment. Today Gerry has CQ and he called with the best news, our orders are in and we are to report to our new duty station by March 10th. As I am on the phone with him I am all excited and can't help but wonder what this new duty station has in store for us. He tells me that he is taking his leave starting 1 Feb. THEN it hits me, oh shit, that is 3 weeks away. WHAT!?!?!
So now I'm thinking there is so much to do and almost NO time to do it in. We need to get passports, but damn that is bound to take more than 3 weeks. There are appointments to be made for both us and the animals. I have to clear my unit, housing must be notified. Which brings me to a new thing, I needed to have my garbage disposal and upstairs toliet fixed. DAMN. Cars need to be winterized and one needs to be shipped. Ferry reservations need to be made. Which is another bumb in the road, either we leave WA on the 18th and cut our time short with family, so we can have a 2 day trip on a boat, or we leave on the 25th and have a 5 day trip. OH MY!!
Really at this point I KNOW I am over-reacting and just need to take it one step at a time but Oh Boy! I knew that this was all coming and I am ready for it, but for some reason it feels like it snuck up on me. I just want to thank the ARMY for taking it's sweet ass time to give us our hard orders and making me feel like I am crazy. All in all, I know everything will get done and in a few months I'll look back and laugh, but for right now. . .. . . . . .