03 July 2004 * 15:59
God. William just walked in the door and started yelling at me. He came in a minute ago and jerked Kaylee up by one arm and spanked her and sent her to her room. She had been banging on the screen door, but I thought they were messing around. He said she was coming in and out, and he put a block by the door and she was banging it trying to move it.
He goes back out, then back in a few minutes later. Long enough for me to get on and post. He starts screaming at me because a DVD has finished and it is playing the menu screen. He screams, "HOW LONG ARE YOU GONNA LEAVE THE DVD LIKE THAT?!" I just looked at him. He continues to gripe saying that obviously I am not paying any attention to what my kids are doing because they have been going in and out, and all I do is sit in front of them computer not doing a damn thing. He said they could have been killed and all this jazz. Well, why didn't he tell me they were coming in and out? I thought he was taking them out to let them play a little bit while he took a break from the yard work. I said I thought he was taking a break and he yelled about not taking breaks when he cuts grass. I say he has come in and out a couple of times, and he says he is through. WTF?! I thought Kaylee was just banging in the screen door to play with him. My God. And, for the record, I have vacuumed the house, made coleslaw, I am half way through a dessert (has to chill for 4 hours before I finish it), I have laundry going, I made the bed, I have fed the children 2 meals, fed him breakfast, made him a chocolate cake, and I have been moving stuff around in the house to make more room for our party tomorrow. Just because I happen to be taking a break when he pops in doesn't mean I haven't done anything.
Then I made the comment I was glad he was leaving. I immediately teared up and got that big lump in my throat, but he said he was glad too. I am telling myself it is just stress and pressure and all that crap. He has been mad ever since I found out he has to be at the Reserve Center at 03:45 Tuesday morning even though they leave much later. It is b/c one group has to leave pretty soon after that. I guess they have to have a gear inspection and all that stuff. Luckily, my Mom is taking Tuesday off too, so she can help me with the kids. That puts us leaving here at 02:45 Tuesday morning to make it on time. My Mom said if I wanted to we could follow them all to the airport and watch them take off too. I guess I will.
OK, I am pretty emotional all of the sudden. I swear, I don't know if my crazy little head can take all of this. LOL, I am kidding, I know I will be fine after a couple of days. Until August when he goes OCONUS.
But, I have the KV stuff to keep me busy. I spent about an hour and a half this morning calling the families I was supposed to about the send off we are having, and the work time Monday. I talked to some really, really nice people. The first one was a worried Mom. She is the only one who asked me questions about William and where they were going and all that stuff. All the others understood that I was not their KV, just a KV member calling families about the send off. Most of them were around Mom's area. All 334 area codes. And I have the guy with "special circumstances." He got married this week but I can't tell his Mom. I have to call his Mom and his wife about everything. LOL. They are planning a ceremony when he returns. It is so freaking funny that he isn't telling his Mama he got married.
Well, I don't know what to make for supper. Most of the food in the house is for the party tomorrow.
Oh. He is forcing me to go to his Mom's church tomorrow. OK, I know I don't HAVE to go, but it would just be wrong not to. I am not happy. I don't know why he is going. He hates church. He doesn't like his Mom much either. Who knows why. Maybe he thinks he has to go and get right with God before he leaves. We all know that God is the last thing on most of their minds out there. And it is the last thing coming from their lips too. We all know how these men talk.
OK, gonna run. Later peeps.
Stephee
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