Tuesday, October 7, 2008

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I'm being harassed by my sister to post something, anything, so here goes. I know I haven't logged into my Myspace or Facebook for like a month or set up the iChat or even called anyone and that my turn around time for emails is averaging about 4 days right now and I'm sorry! I really, really am! I'm trying to be a better person but it is just not working!

I have good intentions though. Doesn't that count for something? There are a bunch of projects that I really want to do and finish, but it's not happening right now.I really have been working on a blog post and even a total overhaul of the look of the thing (about time, right?) for the past week but every time I get a chance to sit down, I realize that I don't have any kind of creative energy left in me and I shut the computer down and go to bed. Same thing goes for emails and phone calls. I just don't have it in me right now. Blah blah blah, excuses excuses, I know.

For what it is worth, I have been doing really good at keeping on top of the chores and I even got all of our new pictures hung. That is no small task considering the fact that the walls practically crumble the second a hammer gets near them. The kids are happy, for the most part, and well fed. The laundry is completely done, except for the 42 sets of sheets I volunteered to wash for all of the single soldiers in M's battery but that doesn't count as MY laundry, so it doesn't count against me. The floor has been vacuumed and swept 4 times in the past 6 days and the toys are totally organized. On that front, we are rockin. It's just all of the fun stuff that is falling behind. Stupid responsibility!

I'll be honest, we are in a huge time of transition but when are we not, right? I had forgotten just how hard it was to switch from Civilian life back to Military life and how hard it was to move from one country to another. Give me another month. Don't give up on us yet. One more month, maybe 6 weeks, and I will be a much better friend and sister and daughter and granddaughter and wife and mother and doula and hostess, etc... I promise.

11 comments:

Susie said...

AH HAHAHA You listen to me = ] I miss you and I get really bored here sometimes so you prob have like 2374932857 hits on your blog from las vegas. BUT I GOT A JOB!! At gap, i dont know if I told you that. But I started yesterday and I fold a lot of cloths...

clanelder said...

So take the time you need. BREATHE! And don't worry about doing the perfect blog. We love you and are supporting you 100%+. Now just relax and wash those sheets!

JoAnna said...

Mom is gonna be pissed that you'll fold other people's clothes but not your own... Hope it doesn't suck too much and if you would like to gift your discount, you know right where to send it.

JoAnna said...

Oh, I don't worry about having the perfect blog, believe me! If I did I'd actually edit things before I post them.

Susie said...

yeah. what do you want. Im not supposed to do that but...w/e i get 30% for gifts [dont forget im poor] and 50% off on 6 items for only me. I bet I could get you a bra or chonies from gapbody and they would think im getting it for me

JoAnna said...

I don't wear choines. I wear underwear. I don't need anything now, thanks though. I'll let you know for Christmas though... Maybe this year you could actually buy me something!

supercommonname said...

you are a rock star. don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. that is all.

Sarah said...

I was just coming to harass you about not updating your blog, and now I feel guilty! LOL
Hope you are doing well and hope the sheet washing goes quickly!

mommy-medic said...

What are choines?

I can't imagine trying to get settled in again. Then again I can't imagine washing sheets for single men. Find any crusty ones yet? Ewwww. :D

Susie said...

chonies are underwear. JoAnna hates it when I say that...so I did. haha. But I can do that because shes my sister

JoAnna said...

Haha, Angela! No crusty sheets, promise. They were all brand new, but strangely, some smelled like smoke?? The people who sent them must have been smoking in their houses or something.

And yes, chonies = underwear. I despise that word... no idea why, either!