Here are my complaints, in no particular order.
Feel free to feel sorry for, criticize, shake your head and call me spoiled, or weak, or trivial. If you may recall, I am indeed capable of wallowing with the best of them. I just got used to having my own bathroom, thats all.
Our accommodations have bad, commercial carpeting...the kind that turns your bare feet black.
The toilet bowls have stains that look like someone's been flushing charcoal...I don't know how you achieve the look thats happenin in there...
Out of 183 marked boxes and 70 something pieces of furniture, about 1/3 fits...
therefore the remaining boxes ready for semi permanent storage are currently stacked in the front entry, 
the family room and the kitchen. (thats a mattress in the "breakfast nook")
I have to reach for everything in my kitchen.
My kids threw up last week (that traumatizes me...."why isn't she eating...does your tummy hurt? are you going or do you think you might possibly throw up?...will you continue to sleep with this bucket in your bed just for good measure?")
I finally had a day that warranted a shower, hair and make up...I looked cute in my new
summer dress...my family was all waiting in the car for me to leave for church and I fell down the stairs. It made me cry and I sat very still for 30 seconds while I tried to decide if I had broken my arm. And then I had to get Clark's attention to come back inside where he put Neosporin and a Band Aid on my elbow. 
I bruised the entire right side of my body...darn wood stairs that actually look kinda cool.
Our family of five shares a bathroom..."please stay out of my stuff...thats Mom's plastic drawer on wheels...please don't touch my toothbrush"
The half bath by the front door has a permanent urine smell and looks like a middle school janitor closet bathroom...I can't really bring myself to decorate it with anything.
There are spiders, big weird lookin ones...
We share a wall with a nice quiet couple who have one, sweet, baby...
My piano is touching the shared wall so I am afraid to play it.
The Navy is giving us flack now about storing our things...
I think I am anemic.
I just bought yogurt from the Commissary that was ONE MONTH EXPIRED.
We still haven't found our camera...and the weird thing is, our old one is missing too...we found the memory cards, dock and everything...no cameras.
I tried to buy plane tickets to Utah last week...I sprang for the nonstop flight since Clark can't go...it was late at night so I didn't bother to confirm...it didn't go through and by the next morning they were too expensive. My flight now includes me, three children, 12 hours, two layovers, late arrival and missing all kind of festivities on the 4th of July....the return flight is a red eye with one layover in Newark.
Are you through reading yet? I think I'm done.
Now lets continue with my original plans.
PS Here are the things that I am grateful for...see, the perspective is all coming back now.
I have a place to live and my family is all healthy now.
My husband cleaned our vomit and put a band aid on my elbow WITH Neosporin.
I get to go to Utah to play with my family for a week and a half.
My husband, sensing the chaotic frustration of my soul spent four hours upstairs yesterday by himself finishing the bedrooms so we could walk around and feel settled....at least upstairs.
We have cool air blowing into our bedroom.
There is an IKEA 45 minutes away.
I have good ice cream in the freezer and a Target the next exit off the freeway.
New England is amazingly beautiful.
My children are adorable and funny.
My phone can take pictures.
Clark comes home for lunch.
I have a testimony and all of that really good, important stuff.
We have a huge bottle of Listerine.
I have good friends and lots of great family on both sides.
I have a really comfortable pillow.
I could go on but I think the purging is complete.
Good then.
14 comments:
I sincerely apologize for the fleshy picture with the bruise...real life is scary.
This post: I laughed! I cried! It was much better than "Cats". Bless your heart, poor baby. I'm mostly sad we won't be seeing each other in Utah - JUST missing each other! Can't you stay longer? Like, for a month?
why dont we all just meet in utah and play? im sorry about the stairs! you didnt tell me! i feel awful. im glad the aquarium was fun and youre all healthy again. they may be small, but keep the pictures comin!
You don't know me, well you sort of do, I babysat you long ago in New Jersey, but I just wanted to write and tell you that I know what you are going through. We just moved too and it is hard. It's a time of a lot of excitement for new adventures, but it can often be overwhelming. We have been in our house for a month and there are still boxes, not to discourage you, but it's o.k - I give you permission to have your house in boxes for awhile. They aren't going anywhere - if that's any consolation. Good luck and good for you for listing the positives - I need to do that.
I'm having a low moment myself just now and your blog made me cry for you. You don't need to apologize for complaining or feeling discouraged...it's okay. Life is really hard sometimes. A little pity party is sometimes good for the soul. As for me, I think I will go to bed with Ben and Jerry and watch a movie. Don't tell Dad. I suggest you do the same.
poor baby, bless your heart. I wish you lived close enough to me that I could have you come to my house daily and we could play and forget the scary parts of real life.
xoxo
B
You got your first Cut in ConnectiCUT! Sheryl Crow says "The First Cut Is The Deepest,' so it should all be smooth sailing from here.
Hey, where's the gratitude for escaping from the sweltering Houston jungle this summer? More perspective, woman!
It's ok...let it all out. I think a purge is good for the soul every once in a while.
So this Listerine thing...I think you're on to something. Rob uses it and doesn't get sick either. It's a Catch 22 for me--which is worse?
I'm sorry you're having a rough time... I think it's great that even though you mentioned the not so nice aspects of your life, you had a lot longer list of things that were good. And anyway, there's no harm in having a little pity party now and then. Sometimes you just need to get it out in the open, then you can go on with your life.
So Sorry...I would be completely frustrated as well. I need order in my life so that I can cope. I think you are handling it wonderfully! Keep up the good work. I know you will be busy while here in Utah...but I may try to come and see you when you have a free moment!
it's okay- no it's good to complain sometimes. jake gets an earful from me all the time...poor guy. last night he quoted from holland's last talk at conference where he said something about nephi saying to his brothers "hit me one more time- i can still hear you". so that's my nice supportive husband. at least your's cleaned barf and helped with wounds. (no offense to jake- he really is great and puts up with a lot:))
Oh yeah. If I lived anywhere near you I'd be over with the Ben & Jerry's, balloons, and Kleenex for a great pity party. Bless your heart! Just think of all the great talks you are going to be able to give in your lifetime! Someday this will all be funny...or you will suppress the whole thing and never be bothered by it again!
Courage take! I just listened to that Scarlet Pimpernel song I love "When the world is coming at you by God you know you've got to go on, boys!" I'm going to go lock myself in the bathroom and sing this at the top of my lungs.
Oh my! I just serendipitously linked my way over here and I'm so glad I did because I needed this kind of laugh. Sorry that I laughed at your list of complaints, but it was just too familiar...and too real! I loved it! Anyway, thanks for this sip from your glass of life, which I hope is looking half full these days.
OH MY! emily, that is a LOT on your plate. you are a tought cookie, and I do not doubt you will look back and laugh...glad you got good picts of the "conditions" of your home! love ya!
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