Dream weaver.

Day 1, I took on the lawn. 

I am a strong, capable, independent women.  I am able to handle conflict and stress.  I am apparently unable to water the lawn.   I watered the front no problem.  Placed the sprinkler perfectly - nice even water - beautiful.  Then I went to the back and realized that I needed to carefully place two sprinklers to hit the entire area.  Again, I am a strong individual with the ability reason - I can handle this.  I place the first sprinkler, not realizing (until I am being assaulted) that it actually needs to be pounded into the ground and it not joke attacks me like a bat out of hell.  It was spraying me everywhere and literally bouncing around the yard as I ran in the opposite direction.

Have you ever had one of those moments where you imagine what the soundtrack would be to a scene in your life?  I didn't have to wonder as I was given the sweet sweet serenade of  "oooh dream weaver I believe you can get my through the night."  At first I thought for sure I was hallucinating.  Then I decided I was being haunted by a ghost with horrible taste in music and a sense of humor to match.  I then look over to see my neighbor being clearly amused by my plight.  In his defense, he very sweetly asked if I needed help, but not before he asked if my shower was broken.  To which I internally replied, "shut it dreamweaver" and externally replied, "nope" and did my best smile and wave.

My humiliation continued when I went in to wallow in my defeat with a side of captain crunch and check on my toddler.  She was still awake and had apparently snuck to the guest room to also share in the sideshow.  She accused me of "playing in the sprinkler without her."  Then when I was calmly explaining I was the victim of a run by sprinkling, she smelled my breath and said, "have you been eating crunch berries?"  I got cereal breathlalized by my toddler and berated by an inanimate object and a Gary White fan in the same day.  Oh Day 2 how I long for you.

A little Backstory: I live with my husband, who I have been married to for 3.5 years and our two precious little girls, E & O.  I work full time as a nurse and my husband is an officer in the Army National Guard.  We are a military family - and a new one at that.

Why we are here?: Our story is a unique one.  As long as I have known my husband he has wanted to be in the Army, but it never panned out.  We spent our college years about, reconnected, and were instantly in love. We married eight months later and welcomed our first baby girl three months later.  We talked on and off over the next year or so about his future in the military.  He wanted to fight for the things he believed in.  He wanted to back what he spoke about with action.  We made the decision as a family for him to join the national guard.  Two weeks later we found out little O was on the way.  He left in January for basic training she arrived in February and he came home in March.  The rest, is history.

Where exactly are we?: Today he left for five months of training in Arizona.  We are here at the home house, loving him more than ever.  

This is our story.  It is insight into our lives and into the lives of so many military families.  It is also a story filled with humor and warmth.  There are stories of the smoke signal that told the world E was on her way, or the inevitably challenging relationship any new bride faces with her in-laws, and of course, as always, E & O are the stars of the endearing little show.  Once I find a segway, I will unload a list of stories that sometimes I can't believe.