An Army Wife's Life

Once upon a time I was a college student, then I was a teacher, and now I'm a mother. Technically, I'm currently a freelance writer... but really I am an ARMY WIFE. Expect to find... funny (at least to me) anecdotes, thoughts about la vida military, hopes, anxieties, dreams, commentaries on current events.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Where there's smoke...

As I type these words, I am blowing my nose, watching my baby, and caring for two cats in the garage, two cats in the house, and two dogs in the yard.

There's a fire on post, close to a friend's house, so they are stashing their pets with us for the meantime.

It is also a super-windy day. So, besides the concern that the little weiner dogs could blow away, that doen't bode well for fire control.

Loki (the big furry cat) seems concerned, but is generally taking this new development in stride. Calypso (the Russian Blue) has been hiding and just came out to low crawl to her food. Hopefully she won't throw up.

DH is at a bachelor party about 3 hours away overnight.

So, I'm running this three-ringer all by my sick self at the moment.

It isn't all bad, though, Lilah burst into spontaneous giggles watching the dogs run around the back yard.

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Monday, February 12, 2007

Skeletons, Additional Personalities, History, Memories...

...or just a bunch of old clothes that no longer fit?

Today, I'm cleaning out my closet. Well, actually, my drawers...but the metaphors work better with closets, so please indulge me.

I married a manly man--the kind that has a pair of jeans, two t-shirts, a dress shirt, enough boxers for a week, and a stick of old spice. The kind that joins the Army.

However, joining the Army also results in not only lots of "gear" but also multiple "uniforms." As women know, these are really "outfits" and outfits take up closet space. When DH returned, so did his gear and outfits.

Add that to a couple of my "if I lost all the baby weight why don't my old clothes fit?" shopping sprees, and you have closet congestion.

So, having been evicted from space I annexed during DH's deployment, I have been forced to make the classic keep, donate, toss piles.

This is not easy. Not only is there the time factor, there are also a number of psychological obstacles.

The most obvious is the XS clothing. Assuming for a second that I manage to slim down to that size before not only styles change significantly, but also before global warming forces us to only wear as of yet uninvented space-age super light fabrics, there is still the matter of nursing. Over the next few years I will most likely be either pregnant or breastfeeding or about to do one of the other. On the off chance my waist fits, other parts won't.

So, into the donation or toss pile with those items, depending on how much wear they got.

Even more difficult are the aspirational items. For me these are the "clubbing clothes." Sure, this would be perfect to wear at that club that is just far enough past its prime that I could get in but still hot enough as to be fun. Being honest with myself, though, I haven't really gone clubbing since I got married and I'm not about to shove Lilah in a sling and head out to hear the latest DJ. And to be brutally honest, can I really still get into a club worth going to? Donate.

The most heartrending decisions, however, involve the college, sorority, concert, Army, etc., t-shirts. Most of them were way too big to begin with for anything except sleeping in or painting in. The few that used to fit now no longer do. The rare ones that are Goldilocks (just right) are mostly too worn to wear anywhere besides around the house. I could turn them into T-Shirt Quilt or have one made, but I'm not sure I really want a t-shirt quilt. Frame them? If I had a den or crafts room, that might work, but right now they aren't exactly fit the decor or any of my rooms.

Toss? Donate? Keep?

I just can't bear to toss them. Unless they are super ironic, they'll just end up in the 5 for a $1 bin at the second hand store. So, for now, they occupy an entire drawer and there are more at mom's house. I will probably box them up to make room--but should I really take them with us next time we move?

Is this healthy nostalgia? Or an unhealthy refusal to let go of the past?

Well, back to organizing clothes. Sorting out my brain will have to wait.

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Friday, February 02, 2007

Wow...Two and a Half Months!

I am still alive.

I want to thank everyone who has been commenting and visiting.

Every time I went to write, the task of catching up seemed overwhelming. I just had so much on my plate.

DH came home.

Lilah had her operation.

We went to New York--saw family, saw friends, had Lilah baptised, DH interviewed for jobs at various DA's offices. Oh, yeah. Did I mention? We're getting out of the military in the early summer. More on this later.

Lilah stopped sleeping well, implementing the Cry Baby Shuffle.

I had a VERY OPPRESSIVE deadline, requiring me to work whenever I was not taking care of Lilah. DH makes a very good Mr. Mom and definitely could have a carrier as a Manny if the law does not work out again post-military.

Well, the Deadline was met. I have other projects, but I'm taking a little break.

Besides enjoying being a Mommy with nothing really hanging over my head, today I went to "mandatory fun" (a welcome home carnival), hung out with my husband, finished a small work project, caught up on e-mail, sent out feelers for a Mommy Group, posted on Spouse Buzz, and started writing (personal projects) again.

And I posted here to say hello again to all of you.

How are you doing?

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