Just doesn't seem right, you know?
We were at the Great Wolf Lodge here in VA (the one in Grapevine, TX is the best, by far!). Everybody is sliding and swimming, just having a grand old time. And the third (and last) morning, I wake up in a big, old funk.
Not really sure where it came from. My husband is HOME for crying out loud. I should be ECSTATIC and completely un-funked. It seems, well, ungrateful. I can't tease out the actual cause. I think it is because my head is just so full. Full of all those military wife and mom things.
We are (okay, mostly me) trying to find a house for when my husband comes back. I can't even decide on cities, schools, anything. All the options have flaws and we have no idea what will happen to us after the 12 month of school. How do I account for all those possibilities? I feel more and more certain that #1 will attend at least 2 high schools. Do I just not mention it to him until it's too late?
Remember how GW Bush said he was "the decider"? I feel his pain. I think I am burned out on deciding. So I am going on strike. No more decisions will be made for at least 24 hours.
Take that, Army.
