Knee Deep in the Hooah!

Seriously, it really does. Not always, but at times. I found myself standing in my bedroom this evening after I put the Pirate to bed. Oh, she was a pill tonight too. So, there I stood. Wore out in all dimensions — physical, mental and emotional. I am sure I was quite a sight to behold, but fortunately for me God was my only witness (and He won’t tell!). I am sure I was standing and staring (shoot maybe even drooling!) at the desk that has paperwork on it that I meant to get to this week. I was looking at the basket of laundry in the corner of my room. It’s clean, but I never put it away from the trip to Benning. It’s just the Pirates play clothes — little shorts and t-shirts, but I am usually more tidy than that. I looked over at the pile on the other side of the bed. A pile on the floor over there that consists of Mr. Hooahs! things. I need to pack them up for the next move, but I really don’t want to. It is over there on the side that I don’t sleep on because Mr. Hooah! is supposed to be there. I guess I should scoot over and see how the other half sleeps!

Basically I have had no motivation to do much at all around this house this week. My home is still in good shape because I normally clean daily and I have picked up and kept up with the basics, but I feel like I am out of sync. Out of whack. I am not depressed, but something doesn’t feel quite right. Something… Oh, that’s right… I am still grieving. It seems like when there are shifts in the situations it stirs up the crud. I am thinking of a pond that looks like it is pretty settled and you can almost see the bottom. Then suddenly someone jumps in and splashes around. It takes a while for the crud to settle back down to the bottom again. I know it will, but in the meantime it leaves things a little cloudy for me.

It has been a weird week too. Mr. Hooah! has had no phone time this week. I knew that would be the way the week would pan out. I had a head’s up. OCS is very demanding, and especially in the beginning. So, part of me is anticipating a phone call this weekend, but another part of me is guarded and wants to suppress the joy of anticipating a prize. I hate that sensible wench that lives in my head sometimes! She constantly rains on the parade of the more whimsical one that lives in my heart. Oh well, the whimsical one is not the one that has to deal with the difficulties at hand. Maybe that part of me can come out to play tomorrow — gosh, I may even find a cute dress to wear on my Labor Day trip to the Ft. I am thinking tasteful, modest, but a little flirty and something that will remind Mr. Hooah! that my waist is much more like it was the day I wore my wedding dress! Hopefully those thoughts will keep him strong and remind him of the softer and gentler side of life — in our home.

As for the clip art in this entry… I found this the other day and I loved it. I am not having to live by rationing points per se, but I am rationed contact with my men. I am grateful for the contact I get, and now I need to find someway to be grateful for the silence. I know it is there for a reason. I guess this is where I learn that whole lesson in life about contentment in all things. I am game. It takes a lot of energy to be bitter, and I am too tired for that. Besides smile lines look great on older women. I think that they will go well with my gray hair later.

Earlier today I was playing with a song blogger, and guess what? There is a song called “Planet Claire!” I kid you not! It was done by the B-52s years ago. I never heard it before. It is very weird, but has a kind of “International Mom of Mystery” sound to it. How can you not smile when you hear the B-52s singing about your own planet? I will list it below this post so you can listen if you would like!