So a few weeks ago my grandma came out to visit, and it has been so awesome having her here, during the first few days she was here visiting were to me just like normal I would wake up with no plans and within minutes my day was booked solid, I remember her asking me if everyday is like that and I just remember laughing. She caught on real quick to how crazy my life really is. So last night I called to tell my mom-in -law about my day and she told me... "you are always searching for something to write about in your blog you should write about your day today in your blog, so here you guys are for your reading pleasure.
It started in Thursday, I looked at my calendar when I got up and I should have known that something would go crazy because for once my calendar was completely blank for a Friday. When I was sitting down with the baby for lunch I got an email telling me that we had a key spouse meeting on Friday. So first thing Friday morning when I got up I did my hair and make up and chose the outfit I was going to wear, and woke up the baby. After breakfast I enjoyed sitting on the floor playing with the baby for a little bit and watching him and grandma have a pillow fight and play fetch...wait let me clarify Nanny would throw the ball and justice would run after it, no my 80 year old grandma would not chase the ball for Justice. Before I knew it I was running out of time to get ready and beside my hair and make up I did NOT look good enough to walk into a classroom for the vision impaired let alone a meeting with the chiefs wife and the first shirt's wife, so now just like usual I am busting my bum to hurry up and get dressed and out the door. Of course I walk into the meeting a few minutes late, which for me is almost a record. The meeting went great I walked away feeling better about the program then I had in along time, but I also walked out of the meeting in a hurry...of course because you see Gavin's school was having a book fair and it closed at 1445 and it was already 1415 and I still had to run home and get the money which I conveniently left at home, and it takes me 10 minutes to get through base housing alone. So at 1440 I pull into Gavin's school parking lot and drag my rear out of the car onto my incredibly sore feet that looked amazing in my 3 inch wedges (mind you I am usually sporting flip flops) get into the school find out that they have one of the two books that Gavin wanted so I had to find ANOTHER Titanic book that I was hoping that he approve of. On my way home I was thinking how truly blessed my life is, busy and hectic but truly blessed. When I got home I pulled in and got my purse and my key spouse bag out as I went to the other of the car to get Gavin's books out, Gavin came out and extremely politely asked me if he could help me get my things in the house...which looking back now should have been my warning...but at the time I was just thinking I didn't have to carry all that stuff in the house by myself lol. When I walked in my grandma told me that Gavin had something he needed to tell me, immediately Gavin starts crying and telling me that he didn't want to tell me that I would be madder at him then I had ever been before, which to me was rather doubtful but I went ahead and had me tell me... Apparently while he was walking home from the bus stop one of his "friends" was "playing" by jumping in front of on coming cars!?! Now you have to know Gavin to understand the full confusion of this next part, his "friend" then told him that if he didn't do it too then he was going to punch him?!?! So what does my 7 year old boy do? He goes ahead and jumps in front of the next oncoming car, first off thank God the car was going slower then the speed limit and stopped as soon and the usually relatively bright 7year steps off the curb, but... Then there was a car behind that one who thankfully took it upon herself to call security forces who were nice enough to escort Gavin home. Now imagine my utter shock standing in my living room while Gavin is telling me ALL of this, meanwhile Justice (the baby) has walked up and insisted that I hold him during the "story time", every few seconds demands my attention so that he can give me a really gooey and slobbery kisses, lucky me...right? my grandma goes on to explain that not only had Gavin decided to play tag with cars but he had also rode his bike to the bus stop that morning, knowing he was not allowed to do so, without his helmet, knowing it is a base law you have to have on a helmet when riding. So security forces let Gavin off on a warning and explain the importance of making safe decisions on base and how he has to wear a helmet when riding his bike on base. All of this happening the week before my husband is to sew on his new promotion. So instantly I don't know which to more upset about my son being escorted home by security forces or the fact that, had security forces done more then give him a warning Gavin's actions could have jeopardized Josh's promotion. So after the long talk, and handing out a suitable punishment, which was making him clean his brothers room since I had already cleaned his shortly before grandma got here, we decided it was time to go get something to eat, after we ate one of Gavin's friend's mom called me and asked if Gavin could spend the night and go to the zoo with them on Saturday morning, now I know he just got in a butt ton of trouble and no he didn't deserve to go to the zoo, but why should I be punished too, I have also learned with Gavin that sometimes we just need time apart to help the situation out, so yes I let him go. After taking Gavin to his friends house I finally get home to relax with my grandma. And then... It was time to give the baby a bath before bed so I put him in the kitchen sink, as he is sitting on the side of the sink and I am checking the water I turn too look at him and he had gotten the brand new fly tape stuck to his head... Seriously!?! Of course I don't even begin to know how to fix this one lol so I have to get grandma in there to help me, so after pasting his hair with peanut butter and shampooing a couple of time I finally get to put him to bed and then pull myself into my bed. As I lay there I begin to think of my life before the military, I used to work for the government too and be a single mom and wow this whole being a military spouse and super mom is seriously the most difficult job I have ever had.
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