Doghouses and Dancing
So... I have always loved things Irish -- even growing up. It is my favorite accent (much sexier than French!) and I don't know, there is just something about Ireland that appeals. My best friend teases me about having married a military Irishman -- because when she and I were writing our sappy teen original fic, my Mary-sue-like characters were always with military men and/or Irishmen.
So, ever since the first St. Patrick's Day after our engagement, The Admiral and I have thrown a St. Patrick's Day party (unless he was deployed or out of town) and we give each other cards and token gifts. I have often told people that I wouldn't care if he didin't give me anything on Valentine's Day because St. Patrick's Day is "our" Holiday.
So -- as you may have noticed, I've been a bit stressed recently. Because St. Thomas was sick from Friday, Mar 7 through Wednesday, Mar 12 and Devilla was sick starting Friday, Mar 14 through yesterday (with a bizarre seeming recovery on Saturday the 15th for our party), Thursday, Mar 13 was the only day I had to myself (ConTessa takes time and attention, but we have an established routine, and when she's healthy, I can take her out to run errands) and it had to be grocery day so we could be ready for Saturday's party. So I've been getting a bit stir crazy and stressing about the Holidays (both St. Patrick's and Easter, which I had already agreed to spend at the in-laws). I had got a card for the Admiral, but no token gift, and I realized Sunday, I wouldn't be able to drag Devilla out of the house to shop for one. Luckily, there were lots of ripe banana's in the freezer, and the Admiral loves my banana bread recipe. I rejected the idea of putting green food coloring in it and just whipped up a loaf for when he got home. I was really stressed out about getting him something -- because it's 'our' Holiday.
Do you know what he got me?
Not
Even
A
Card.
This happened after I was so stir crazy and upset and feeling totally ineffective at keeping my household healthy that I wanted to swim in broken glass. Imagine how I felt after that.
I don't want to be one of those pouty women who expect extravagant gifts at every turn -- but there are several little shops in the basement of the Pentagon where he could have at least got me a stupid mug or something.
Yesterday totally sucked
So, last night a sweaty brow and a normal temperature told me that Devilla's fever finally broke -- and after assesing her mood and eye-sparkle this morning, I determined she was well enough to go to school (The kids have Thursday and Friday off this week, so I needed some errand-running time before having both big kids home all day in two days). Her energy this evening tells me I did right -- she may have a little cough, but we can deal with that.
The Admiral stayed with Uncle Engineer in D.C. Tonight. No, I did not kick him out (tempting as it was). He has a big meeting tomorrow he needed to prep for and be in early for -- and staying late tonight and sleeping at his brother's walking-distance condo made more sense than driving in early tomorrow. Plus, this way he might have a chance of getting home a bit early (if his meeting goes well) tomorrow, which will be much better as tomorrow we have a meet and greet with Devilla's new T-Ball coach and team.
I really wanted to give my opinion of the first two nights of DWtS, but this post has already gone on too long. There's a couple of talented men, but maybe this will (Finally) be the season where the women take back the trophy (but what do I know, my money was on Sabrina last season and she didn't even make the semi-finals). This season, based on one dance, I'm totally rooting for Kristi Yamaguchi. The ringer never wins, but she was just so great tonight -- and Priscilla Presley was a pleasant surprise (if her face didn't look like a plastic mask, I'd like her even more). Ok, that was more than I'd intended. And I'm about to become a pumpkin, so good night.
So, ever since the first St. Patrick's Day after our engagement, The Admiral and I have thrown a St. Patrick's Day party (unless he was deployed or out of town) and we give each other cards and token gifts. I have often told people that I wouldn't care if he didin't give me anything on Valentine's Day because St. Patrick's Day is "our" Holiday.
So -- as you may have noticed, I've been a bit stressed recently. Because St. Thomas was sick from Friday, Mar 7 through Wednesday, Mar 12 and Devilla was sick starting Friday, Mar 14 through yesterday (with a bizarre seeming recovery on Saturday the 15th for our party), Thursday, Mar 13 was the only day I had to myself (ConTessa takes time and attention, but we have an established routine, and when she's healthy, I can take her out to run errands) and it had to be grocery day so we could be ready for Saturday's party. So I've been getting a bit stir crazy and stressing about the Holidays (both St. Patrick's and Easter, which I had already agreed to spend at the in-laws). I had got a card for the Admiral, but no token gift, and I realized Sunday, I wouldn't be able to drag Devilla out of the house to shop for one. Luckily, there were lots of ripe banana's in the freezer, and the Admiral loves my banana bread recipe. I rejected the idea of putting green food coloring in it and just whipped up a loaf for when he got home. I was really stressed out about getting him something -- because it's 'our' Holiday.
Do you know what he got me?
Not
Even
A
Card.
This happened after I was so stir crazy and upset and feeling totally ineffective at keeping my household healthy that I wanted to swim in broken glass. Imagine how I felt after that.
I don't want to be one of those pouty women who expect extravagant gifts at every turn -- but there are several little shops in the basement of the Pentagon where he could have at least got me a stupid mug or something.
Yesterday totally sucked
So, last night a sweaty brow and a normal temperature told me that Devilla's fever finally broke -- and after assesing her mood and eye-sparkle this morning, I determined she was well enough to go to school (The kids have Thursday and Friday off this week, so I needed some errand-running time before having both big kids home all day in two days). Her energy this evening tells me I did right -- she may have a little cough, but we can deal with that.
The Admiral stayed with Uncle Engineer in D.C. Tonight. No, I did not kick him out (tempting as it was). He has a big meeting tomorrow he needed to prep for and be in early for -- and staying late tonight and sleeping at his brother's walking-distance condo made more sense than driving in early tomorrow. Plus, this way he might have a chance of getting home a bit early (if his meeting goes well) tomorrow, which will be much better as tomorrow we have a meet and greet with Devilla's new T-Ball coach and team.
I really wanted to give my opinion of the first two nights of DWtS, but this post has already gone on too long. There's a couple of talented men, but maybe this will (Finally) be the season where the women take back the trophy (but what do I know, my money was on Sabrina last season and she didn't even make the semi-finals). This season, based on one dance, I'm totally rooting for Kristi Yamaguchi. The ringer never wins, but she was just so great tonight -- and Priscilla Presley was a pleasant surprise (if her face didn't look like a plastic mask, I'd like her even more). Ok, that was more than I'd intended. And I'm about to become a pumpkin, so good night.