frustrating

*I tried to update my blog from my phone today while I sipped my frothy Starbucks in my air conditioned auto. I couldn't get it to work in a timely fashion and gave up. **How frustrating.

**Seriously though, how flipping spoiled is this generation?? I was getting a little aggravated at the Starbucks man for taking too long making my drink too. In my defense, all three kids fell asleep in the car at the same time. That has never happened before. I did actually laugh at my own nonsense when I couldn't update my blog from my phone. That's just ridiculous. Technology advancement is happening too quickly these days and making for some very lame people, including myself. I wouldn't know how to function if we went back to the stoneages of handwritten messages.

Other frustrating things:

*Being in the car.
*Being in the car with Titus.
*Being near the car with Titus.
*Being near the car seat with Titus.
*Being on the verge of even thinking about being in the car with Titus.

I am going on strike. I refuse to take that child with me anywhere. I think normal babies go to sleep in the car. Abnormal babies, like Titus, shriek at the top of their lungs. He likes to shake it up a bit. Sometimes he screams when the car is in motion and only stops when the car stops. Other times, he screams when the car is stopped and only stops when the car is moving. He likes to keep me guessing. There have been a few times that he has had me in tears. He is just so pitiful and his whimpers get me so frazzled. The only time he ever sheds real tears is in the car. It really is very sad. And stressful. I am really looking forward to that drive to Alabama. And then Texas. OOh goody goody.

*Another big frustration:

Movers. Wouldn't you think if movers were coming to pack up an entire household, they'd want to get an early start? I assumed 8, 8:30 maybe. Nope. I was told they would be arriving between 10-10:30. When they finally got there at 11:45, I was still hopeful that maybe they were some Flash Gordon types. My hopes were quickly dashed upon the rocks of reality. Two guys. They sent two guys to pack a three story townhouse. I won't give specific frustrations related to the day, but by the time they finally left at almost NINE p.m. I was done. So were the kids. So were the packers. Kids, stay in school. I can not think of a worse job in the entire world.

It will be like Christmas when we are reunited with our belongings. Literally. I have no idea what will actually make it to Texas. I think it's probably a bad thing when the mover asks, "Just out of curiosity, how much does one of these go for?" Luckily, it's all insured.

*What's even more frustrating than the movers?

Telling the carpet cleaners that they{the movers} should be done by 4. The extra trip out by the carpet cleaners cost me another $25. Not bad, but added to the fortune they were already charging to clean said carpets...frustrating.

*Also frustrating. Having to stay in a hotel to let those carpet cleaners back in the next day since the movers took until 9 pm.

*Even more frustrating. Turning in my keys, paying my pro-rated rent, coming all the way home amongst screaming lunatic children, breathing a small sigh of relief that it's done and I shouldn't have to make the drive to Charlotte again any time soon only to realize...The movers didn't check the attic. Why would they check the attic? Because it would take just a tiny amount of common sense? Our tree & Christmas ornaments are in the attic.

Hooray. I get to spend another 6 hours in the car. With my kids. For ornaments. I can't wait.

On a happy note, the days are going by pretty quickly. Sean is doing okay at COT. His roommate is an internal medicine doctor with four kids. I asked Sean if his family is moving now too and he said, "I don't know. All I know is that every time he calls, those kids are going nuts. I told him, 'Man, your wife is gonna stab you...'" I interrupted his little story with, "So is yours." I was only kidding, but four is only one more than what I'm dealing with.

I haven't complained a single word to him about the kids. I've been awesome, if I do say so myself. I don't want to stress him out anymore than he already is. Maybe that's why I've been a little whiny on the ole blog. It's all typed with a smile. I hope I don't come across as a whiner, I try to mix in a little humor with the chaos and frustration so as not to appear whimpy. I can do this. I am doing this. Five weeks is nothing. Well, nothing compared to the deployments we will face.

Ooh, something happy, I found a dress for Sean's graduation. There are actually a couple of different functions I'll be attending with him and apparently, I can't wear the same dress twice. Aw shucks. So here's one of 'em. I don't want to upload the picture this far into my post or it will jack everything up. It's not that casual looking in real life, but this is the best picture I could find of it online.

And I want to chop all of my hair off, like this. Jude, will that style work in my funk?

The most frustrating thing of all about trying to move and deal with the government, your household, a million kids and just life in general...I'm too tired to think by the end of the night. This is normally my alone time. I don't want to waste it sleeping. Oh well. Here's to tomorrow and another day of WHAT NOW?