Screaming is the best game ever!

It seems like sadness is consuming me tonight.
Orion was supposed to come home from the field this evening..but he called and said the person they were supposed to pick up..decided not to show. So that was cancelled. He then told me that he'd be home at 5 in the morning. Horray! Morning cuddles! Nope. He called and informed me that the Sgt. that's there right now..is an asshole and he's not letting O go to his dentist appointment in the afternoon. So he's not coming home..and because my car is parked at the motorpool (thought he was coming home on Tuesday. Didn't think it was a big deal), I can't go out and do the grocery shopping that I so need to do.
Thank golly we're all stocked up on Calix's food. At least he won't starve. Eh..I have stupid food here.. like..Ramen..and Mac n' cheese. I also suppose I could make real food..but I dislike cooking big meals for myself..and then packing the leftovers away in the fridge. It just seems so depressing. Plus? I've been craving a crisp green salad for *days* now..and I was so intending to attack the produce section at the commissary and capturing all sorts of delicious fruits and veggies for said crisp salad(s). GIMMIE! I wish someone around here delivered salads..and just salads. I can think of nothing more I want in this world right now..than an oh so fresh pile of greens.
Aside from the lack of produce in the fridge, Calix is driving me crazy. He's literally making me feel like I'm going insane. I love the kid. I even *adore* him 22 hours out of the day. But sometimes? (and I'm going to be honest here...like it or leave it) The kid can be a real asshole. Like pull my hair out..lock myself in the bathroom..want to climb out the window and run away screaming kind of asshole.

Take for instance:
No matter how much "baby-proofing" I do..it's not good enough. He gets into *EVERYTHING*! It's getting to the point where I can't even leave the room he's in long enough to throw a freaking load of laundry into the wash without coming back to a kid that's standing up and pulling things off of every surface. I don't even know why I'm bitching about him..because he's just a baby.. but I'm so scared to have another one right now. He wasn't like this before we found out! I think he hates me!

I feel like I need to go upstairs and pick him up from his crib and hug him so hard..and smother him with kisses..and tell him I love him and mommy's sorry for talking crap about him on the internet.