Randoms

I'm a terrible housekeeper. Most people know this about me and they either judge me for it or love me anyway. Maybe a combination of the two! Whenever we move, I re-pledge not to let it get that bad again, and each time I get a little better but not as good about it as I'd like. I refuse to be a slob. My house has been a disaster for weeks, and I just got up this morning and took on the downstairs. I made the girls help. They are really good little workers once you get them going! So the living room looks awesome, the play area just needs to be vacuumed, and then I'll tackle this kitchen! I hate a sticky floor. And all this with a sick baby and the worst cramps in the history of the universe. Now that it's served its purpose, I hate my uterus. I wish it would realize I'm done using it and it can just close up shop.

I miss my sister. She's 7 years older than I am, and she moved out when I was 8 or so. It was really hard to deal with that. I felt abandoned, and didn't realize at the time that it was exactly what she needed. Our home environment was not real conducive to her mental health. (That's a nice way of saying she was going nuts. Ha.) So for a long time, she kept treating me like a little kid, and I kept being afraid to stick up for myself because I was afraid she'd stop talking to me. I don't know why, I just was. When I got married, she came to the wedding and kept saying, "Someone's gonna be porkin' my little sister!" It was not at all embarrassing. So then when Aaron joined the Army, we were stationed three hours away from her, and I was so nervous about it. The funniest thing happened, though. She became my best friend. Something switched; maybe it was the fact that she went through a few years of nothing but changes, and needed someone and I was there. Maybe it was the fact that seeing me, living my life as an adult, made her realize that I was more than her baby sister. I don't know, but I do know that being stationed at Campbell was the best thing at the time, and I'm so grateful for the relationship we have now. I have other best friends, too; Laura, who I met at Campbell and is a darling, Tosha, who I've been friends with for ten years, Summer, who I met on Myspace and have only hooked up with twice but I can talk to her about anything and I know she'll listen and be supportive. But there is something very special about sharing blood with your best friend. I wish all sisters could know this bond we share. I miss her. While at Campbell we saw each other fairly often, every couple months at least. She drove down when Emily was burned. I drove up when Gracie was born. She drove down (about 18 times) when I was laboring with Jack. Almost got fired over it, even. Her manager told her, "It's not your responsibility to drive down there every time your sister 'thinks' she's in labor." And Teresa said, "You're obviously not a part of my family." Damn, I love her. I haven't seen her since June when Jack was 3 weeks old. I haven't seen my niece. They are coming to visit in November, and I'm so excited, but some days I miss them so much it's all I can do not to cry. My heart needs a seester hug.

November is also going to be amazing because my niece, Rhiannon, and her mother Patty are coming to visit me. I have never met either of them. Rhiannon's dad is my half-brother Josh, who I've also never met. Much drama entails that story so I won't get into it, but I can't freaking wait! Rhiannon is going to have her 17th birthday here. They're only coming for a few days, but I am so excited I could poop myself. It's going to be wonderful.

I miss Aaron when he's not here. It doesn't matter if it's a day, a week, or a month. (I can't say year because we've never been apart that long, but I have a feeling someday we will have to.) No matter how long he's gone, my heart aches till he's home. I don't feel whole without him.

I labeled and packed up all the girls' school supplies today. Still have to get Emily a pencil sharpener; that's the only thing we forgot. I can't believe she's in 2nd grade, and Libby is in Kindergarten. The time, she flies. Libby's so cute with her giant bag full of pencils and junk!
Also, I would sell my soul for some brownies right now. I'm not even kidding.