Owch
I went to the gym yesterday and finally found some sort of groove on the treadmill. Unfortunately, I think I am paying for it right now because my shins HURT!!!!! Okay, I admit that I did increase the incline on the treadmill to make up for the fact that I do not run. I think I might have been a little too progressive in how much incline I thought I could handle.
Scary part: I am considering heading back to the gym today. What the hell is wrong with me????
And last night, I decided to be the good wife and attend the support group meeting for the upcoming deployment of the legal husband's unit. I would have rather scooped my eyes out with a rusty spoon and fed the results to my dogs than go through this again. First, I forgot how insular the military spouse community is. Second, they kept justifying the usage of the military spouse community as "this isn't the spouse support of days past where it was just gossiping and coffees" (Here is a hint for ya: If you have to say that, then guess what... it probably is.) Add in that some of the wives came across as valley girls who have not aged well. In the end, I did my spousal duty and volunteered my information for contact since I think I am pretty much the only one who has gone through this before (there was one wife/former active duty who started crying because she wanted the single soldiers to know that the family support group is for EVERYONE and we're the only life line for your mother, father, cousin's wife's sister's, niece twelve times removed...)
I need to head out of the house soon because apparently I have a ton of errands to run today. I really don't want to. I should stay home and fight the latest battle of hair of canis domesticus. I also still have a few loads of laundry to do. Fortunately, it is just the littlest troll and I for most of the day because the legal one has a class at work and the unhusband has class room observation hours to do.
Scary part: I am considering heading back to the gym today. What the hell is wrong with me????
And last night, I decided to be the good wife and attend the support group meeting for the upcoming deployment of the legal husband's unit. I would have rather scooped my eyes out with a rusty spoon and fed the results to my dogs than go through this again. First, I forgot how insular the military spouse community is. Second, they kept justifying the usage of the military spouse community as "this isn't the spouse support of days past where it was just gossiping and coffees" (Here is a hint for ya: If you have to say that, then guess what... it probably is.) Add in that some of the wives came across as valley girls who have not aged well. In the end, I did my spousal duty and volunteered my information for contact since I think I am pretty much the only one who has gone through this before (there was one wife/former active duty who started crying because she wanted the single soldiers to know that the family support group is for EVERYONE and we're the only life line for your mother, father, cousin's wife's sister's, niece twelve times removed...)
I need to head out of the house soon because apparently I have a ton of errands to run today. I really don't want to. I should stay home and fight the latest battle of hair of canis domesticus. I also still have a few loads of laundry to do. Fortunately, it is just the littlest troll and I for most of the day because the legal one has a class at work and the unhusband has class room observation hours to do.