One of those days

I really shouldn't....but I'm going to!

John and I have gone back and forth about getting a dog for a long time now. Just this past year I had to pawn off my poor kitty, Nala, to my mom. We've been moving so much and she was getting to old to deal with it.

We've been researching breeds and have decided (95% sure) on a boxer. I am completely aware of the headache this doggie will inflict, especially when it comes to moving again. Part of me knows how stupid an idea it is, but part of me is REALLY excited. I've picked out names. I've mentally prepared myself for the cost (dang, puppies are expensive) and I already have it's place in bed all picked out (next to me so I can use it as a pillow when it's bigger!!).

I think it's the whole hormonal drama about not having anymore babies is rearing it's head...but that's ok. The past 9 years I've either had a baby or a cat to snuggle with when John is gone, but now I have neither. It gets lonely.

So wish me luck people....I think I'm going to need it!

My Quarter Life Crisis

So, anyone who knows me well knows I tend to have a mini melt down every few years. Right now I'm in the throws of one. There is just so many things going on I feel like my brain can't keep up.

Shall we make a list? I think so.

* My dear 1st born, Lydia, is having surgery on Thursday. Nothing major, just a tube removal. John was able to take time off to take her since I am no good at hospitals. I'll spare you the whole story, let's just say that last time she had surgery I ended up on a gurney. Now I'm having major guilt over my inability to be there, and have been beating myself up about it since we scheduled the procedure.
* I'll be having surgery in the near future, probably sometime in November. Again, I'll spare you the details. Let's just say that after we won't be able to have any more babies, since I'll be missing a key organ to do so. Now, we were done having babies anyways, but that hasn't stopped my crazy breakdowns about it. I'm a hot mess. My poor husband, he must want to move out for the next few months. Which brings me to...
* John is one of the people slated to go to Afghanistan in December or early spring. Need I say more?
* To top it all off I have decided I want to live on base, which people, is going to be a colossal pain in the butt. So, sometime next summer I will be opening up boxes and unpacking...again...for the 4th time in under 2 years. I will try not to complain too much, since this is my doing. All the hassle will be worth it. I'll have central air, free water, a new washer and dryer, room for my mom:), and a dishwasher. Plus, I won't be driving 20 minutes to base almost every day. It's for the best.

I could go on but I'm already feeling the need for a good cry and a nap so let's not. I know everything will work out, it always does.

Enough with my pity party.

Anyone else excited for Halloween?! This is the first time ever we've had to worry about the kid's costumes being too warm, not the other way around. Hawaii is pretty awesome. :)