Day is never over..Sergeant Major's got us workin..

A few days ago, I grabbed Calix and left Orion. Flipping him off in front of the neighborhood (even though no one was actually outside..I always assume everyone's watching) as I left. I buckled Calix into his car seat as Orion's standing at the door in his jammies saying "baby..come on..". But I was doing it! I started the car and drove off.
My hands were shaking..my guts were twisting and Calix was in the backseat asking for "Dada?" "No, baby..daddy's not coming with us this time". I ended up only driving a few blocks before turning around. I pulled into our parking spot and waited for him to come out. He came out about a minute or so later..fully dressed. I got out of the driver's seat and asked him if I scared him. I didn't want to have..but if I say I'm going to leave if you don't get up and get dressed and pleeeaaassseee go shopping with me..I have to follow through with it to some degree, don't I? He told me he was going to go find me. On foot. He knew the errands I needed to run and was just going to walk to them till he found me (yo..my errands were like 20 miles away. he'd never catch up. hehe).

I spent the rest of the day asking if he was mad at me. He wasn't.

I spent a large chunk of yesterday in the backyard with O doing..work. Ugh, I know. Truth is though..we got a notice on our door from the Sergeant Major..because we needed to get all of the grass and weeds out of the backyard flowerbeds, rake/police the yard, trim the frontyard bush..and yeah, okay...we really needed to mow the lawn (it's been raining A LOT lately..and the kids who usually do it for us must have just felt overwhelmed and decided not to ring our doorbell. For 3 weeks.). We also need to edge the lawn..but yeah..we're not doing that because..kiss our asses. We have about 2 sunny days out of the 6 that he gave us to get it all done. Orion was like "Just tell him I'm deployed and you're pregnant. He can't make you do yard work when you're pregnant". No..I wouldn't do that unless it were the truth..cause lemme tell ya, I have a feeling he'd know if O were deployed or not. I'll save that little token of an excuse till O's actually deployed and I'm all sorts of pregnant.

Ya know..I wish I were one of those girls that loved doing the garden thing. Not so much of a fan, turns out. New Jersey dirt..I can handle. Colorado dirt..not so much of a big deal. BUT Kentucky dirt? Omfg..the BUGS! Kentucky..swear to god has the worst hybrids of buggies *ever* it's like 'hmm hmm hmm..oh, hello there, butterfly! How are you today, potato bugs? Workin hard, ants?' and then 'holy shit..what he fuck is that?!?!!?!?' and you run screaming. Kind of like my mom said..they're like..crossbred with reptiles. And I don't even wanna talk about how big the daddy long leg was that I saw yesterday *shudder*.

Anyway, so the flowerbeds are mostly dirt now (even though! there was grass there when we moved in..and hello? how come everyone else gets cement there..yet..we have to dig up grass and make it all dirt even though we have no intentions on ever having a garden..because anything we plant? has to come up out of the ground when we leave..and who knowssss when that'll be.)..the grass needs to be mowed one more time because we had that flood a couple of days ago (and those kids can go fuck themselves..because we finally gave in and bought a lawnmower)..I policed the yard already..I guess that huge bush needs to be trimmed a bit..and we have until tomorrow..so..blahhh.

And now for something completely different.

like my birdie friend?


how about my 3 blue guys?

That's right..I do a little bird watching from time to time. (and geeze, that tree's a piece. watch..they'll ask us to chop it down soon)