Hi! My Name is Control Freak and I Have a Problem

I will be the first to admit that I am most definitely a control freak. I haven't always been this way, indeed, when I was just a wee one I would frolic and play with no worries. However, as the years have gone by I have found that I just can't help myself. I want to control things that are completely not up to me.

 

This is quite a conundrum for a full-time army girlfriend. The Army doesn't care if your girlfriend has control issues. In fact, they will most likely laugh at you if said information is presented.

 

So here I am wanting my boyfriend to come home and here I am alone for the third weekend in a row. I know this is just training for the case of an actual deployment but it still isn't fun to be so close and yet so far away.

 

So, in order to aid me in my lonesomeness I have: joined a gym, started knitting again, read some books, cleaned, did laundry, and the list goes on and on and on.

 

In the end, despite all the lonely nights and the minutes spent staring and willing the phone to ring, it is worth it just to see that smile.

Now Entering the Twilight Zone

So I am leaving the gym tonight and I get a call from my mom inviting me to the local Mexican place for dinner with the fam. Despite the fact that I smell like a broke hooker from the tropics I decide to go.

 

I walk in and immediately see a group of three people gathered around my mom just talking away. I then see the blue eyes and bleach blonde hair of the twin boys I babysat when I was young. Except now they are not three feet tall wiry little balls of energy. Now they are tall, thin, young men with stubble and adorable little smiles. I felt so stinkin old!

 

So I am sitting there, eating dinner and all of a sudden heavy metal Mexican music starts playing in the background. Various 80's hair band favorites are being blasted out, only in Spanish!

 

And if things aren't weird enough, in walks Katt Williams, the comedian. Now Mr. Williams smells strongly of smoke (yeah the funny kind). He is wearing jeans with some crazy flower print going up the side, a cape, and of course, a fuzzy feathered aussie hat.

 

I felt like any second I would look down and be naked and the aliens would be landing.

 

What is happening around here lately?

Crazy Mornings

This morning was crazy. I hate those mornings where you just drag and fail to get half of the things accomplished that you had hoped. Last night I got a bit caught up in Facebook and simply did not go to sleep. 12:00 rolled around and I gave myself the "you have to get up early lecture." I then gave myself the "5 more minutes" speech. So, 2:45 rolls around and I have graduated to online shopping. Old Navy has coats on sale and goodness knows that is my weakness! Long story short, I finally get to sleep around 3 only to have my alarm go off at 5:30. Lets do the math in this little equation...

2 ½ hours of sleep + 20 four year olds = one bitchy substitute.

So lets just hope the day goes well.

Yesterday in 4 year old land I had a child playing in the toilet, a paper turkey art project complete with multi-colored feathers, lots of snot, and a couple of tears. A couple of the kids cried too! It made for a long day. Lets just hope today is a little smoother!