So it seems that even though the calender pages flip, and pages tear off, and hell we even celebrate new years by making a big deal out of what friggin pictures we want to look at on our wall by mean of a new calender, the same shit happens over and over again inside of those same 365 days every year.
For those of you who do not know me, here's the short of it, as I am sure who I am will become a blog of it's own if not multiple, I am a true southern lady, I am a***choking*** at the reality of this middle aged, stay at home, full time mom and student, and wife of an active duty Air Force member. If that isn't enough I have an emotionally needy teenage drama queen err I mean stepdaughter that believes that she rules my world. (HaHaHa, Honey, I've been picking out your luggage for your 18th birthday for years now). I married my husband a little over six years ago, in the terms of our unwritten contract, I basically gave up the hopes of the normal 9-5 or finishing college the traditional way because of his career. So I stay at home and deal with our home, children, pets, and the dysfunctional glory of it all. Now the glory of it all comes out when we'll call him JJ at least until I tell him that he is the subject of a blog and then we'll use his name, decides that he wants to take leave or has to have some medically approved extended time off. Wanna throw a monkey wrench in my life and watch it fall to pieces... I love my husband with all of my heart and soul, but seven days of him at home and not going to work is too damn long without a break, give me 30 days and I quiet literally and going f***ing bonkers at the just the mention of his name, especially if he is at home and helpless.
Oops, slipping off track a bit, we're trying to get to the point of something new to break the mononity of the calender. First we must explain that as enlisted military members the last three summers have been quite odd for us, you see dear old Uncle Sam decided it wasn't important for the dependants of military members to get to see the world and move around like they used to back in the day, so he puts us somewhere and with any luck at all we get orders out in 5 to 10 years. JJ and I spent our first 5 years together in Arkansas, as a matter of fact that's where our children were born and our family of five came together, and that is also where our insanity began. Two summers ago, JJ applied for a BOP (base of preference) basically a shot in the dark saying please let me go where I want since I've been a good boy and been stuck at this shit hole of a DoD installation for however long it has been... well BOP into SpecOps (if you don't understand my terms google them or find a military acronym website) for heavy acft guys are a joke unless you actually want to go to a small little town in New Mexico called Clovis.... ewww.... that is about 15 blogs all on it's on... anyway, we were excited we getting out of Little Rock and headed somewhere new.... AND THAT IS WHERE THE PAGES ON THE CALENDER STARTED LOOKING THE SAME
So the teenage drama queen spoiled grandchild that she is, instead of telling anyone the actual truth that she is scared as hell to move from Arkansas where she finally made one friend, to somewhere in New Mexico, that she really isn't even sure if that's still in the US because she was too busy hiding the fact that she had a boyfriend instead of paying attention to know that yes, New Mexico is part of the 50 states.... she does what she does best.... LETS JUST TELL A BIG FUCKING LIE... so here JJ and I are going about the stress of a 45 day notice PCS (hey we were thinking of the drama queen and not being left behind in school) and boom, we get blindsided by a phone call from her (yes I said it the drama queen has/had her own attorney) lawyer, to ask us what the hell was going on, why was drama queen's biological mother and JJs mother both in his off back in SC crying begging for him to do something because drama queen is so miserable and we are beating her and making her do all kinds of horrible things and just all around abusive people. WTF, way to go DADDY, first, this move comes about 18 months after drama queen comes to live with us, you think that even once during that time bio mom has bothered to pick up a phone and call, send a card, letter, or try to see her kid... no, but abuse lets see that would mean custody reverts and the bitch would stop paying child support and we would have to pay her again, so she's all about having a relationship now, even though it's only text messages because she's too busy to actually talk to her own daughter. And well Granny, she's a whole freggin blog of her own.... I mean I pray God broke the mold on her insane ass... even though she knows drama queen is perfectly fine and that yes we busted her ass when she ran the damn cell phone bill up the first month $90 then $260 the next month with one minute phone calls while she was supposed to be sleeping.... these two idiots believe that this child is anything more than scared and want to add more fuel to the fire during an already stressful time. I forgot to mention that while drama queen is doing whatever we have at the time a soon to be 3 year old and just turning 2 year old little boys running around wondering where the hell all there toys are being boxed up and sent off too.
So that was the first start with the calendar shit.... it takes about 3-4 months for a family to get settled into a new base/town after a PCS. So during this time we get served the paperwork to go back to court because well after we find out what is going on and make drama queen fess up that she is lying through her damn teeth it's too late to stop the paperwork... (letter's in a 12 year old child's handwriting that look like a kindergartner's to a now fired attorney and family court judge stop that before it even gets momentum), realizing that this type of behavior is a cry for help, get the ball rolling to get her back into a counselor, military being the military, it take a few weeks to almost 2 months to jump through the hoops because well our insurance is great but if you don't play by their rules you get slammed with some pretty big ass bills. So drama queen starts ticking off as usual, every holiday that is marked on every cheesy calendar, school day planners included, even if they have to go to school or not, becomes a big production in our home. If drama queen isn't happy then no one is. I mean shit even groundhogs day is one of those days I dread coming up because it's a reason for her to show her ass and make everyone miserable. So Christmas roles around and well let's face facts, I actually sat in my bedroom and laughed at the irony of the fact that drama queen (known to granny as little perfect princess that does no wrong) is the only person in the entire house that does not have a box from her Granny her favorite person in the whole world to open on Christmas day, her two annoying little brothers, have all of their Christmas, but not her.... so what does she do....... do you think kids that are 2 and 3 should get to have a Christmas day around her that they actually get to enjoy the toys without dealing with a fucked up teenager and her damn drama that would send medicated Hollywood producers running. (BTW, yes she got her Christmas from her father and I and did she once say thank you... um no). So we drag into another year, no one realizing that she is secretly building up all her crazy shit inside... and Valentine's Day comes....
We are stuck in Clovis NM.... if you haven't been then do yourself a favor and don't even waste your time and google it.... it's actually a cow's litter box stuck in the middle of nowhere, land must have been cheap as hell is the only reason I can figure that DoD actually put a base there in the first place. So I've decided that since the local community college as an ASN program I'm going to go back and finish up my degree I was working on before JJ and got married. Rule of the house stay off of mom's computer. Definitely don't hook up the Ipod you got for Christmas last year and trip to rip one of your dad's cd's and in the process rewrite all of mom's nursing school research, homework, and study guides with a hootie and the blowfish cd. Timestamps Timestamps Timestamps. Anytime you do something stupid like that on a computer it creates a timestamp and there is not a damn thing you can do about it, so when I am sitting in the most boring A&P I lecture class ever calling JJ to come get at 7:26pm and don't actually leave the college campus until about 20 minutes until 8 and get home 15 minutes later... you drama queen are busted by TIMESTAMPS. When I find that she has done such as stupid act, and then stands in my face and lies to me about it, I actually hear the whatever you want to call it snap in my mind and I go nuts... you see you can mess with a lot with me, but you leave my children, husband, and education alone, in that order I fight to the death.... I was already pissed but for her to stand toe to toe with me and keep a straight face and believe that I am dumb enough to believe her lies it just made something inside of me over heat.... I argued with her about it, called her dad told her what she had done and her response, he was on his way home.... she continues to lie... so when dad gets home I pull her up from her seat because now she won't get up when you tell her too to show her that TIMESTAMPS busted her along with the fact that well her IPOD wrote it's name on my computer too. Anywho little hussy started to hit me and I scratched her forehead when I pushed her back, soooooooooo ROUND 2 she calls CYFD and tells them that I tried to kill her then since Valentine's Day was coming up and JJ and I had already arranged a drop in babysitter to allow us to drive 1 and half hours each way to the closest big town Lubbock TX, that we left her there with the two small children for 20 hours with no food, phone or anyone to check on them. Let's see... my house is always full of food, she always had a vonage phone to use, although she was told to only call mine or JJs cell or 911, and the babysitter checked in on her 4 times before he came to stay until we got back home. She was alone with the toddlers a total of 4 hours. Phew.... So CYFD also says that she claims that I beat the boys so severely that they have scars and bruises on them.... so on Monday when she doesn't come home from school by 4, the sound of her key in the lock is replaced by 2 police officers and 2 CYFD inspectors beating on our door demanding that I strip the toddlers to prove to them that they are not abused. (Joke is on drama queen, the whole time we were in New Mexico, the oldest son was being seen by an at home speech therapist and a weekly case worker for the state, ummmmmm MANDATED REPORTERS OF ABUSE... of anything that I could be charged with spoiling all three children by doing too much for them) Anywho, after the state realizes that they have no case against myself or my husband they apologize and leave, but tell us that Taylor is adamant that she is abused and wants to remain in protective foster care for the night and she will be returned to our care after school the following afternoon. Ok, so that's cool, give us some time to clear our heads and figure out what's going on, and what we are going to do, and how to explain this to the boys, who by now realize their sissy isn't home and want to know what's wrong with her. Well CYFD has done some investigating by the next day and find that there is a pattern to drama queens behavior and that to our credit we have done what we could with outpatient counseling and it is now time for her to go inpatient.... (yep that's another blog about how we got her there, and the 5 hour one way trips there every other weekend for 3 months) . So that is Feb... by April she is sent to a residential program.... then one week after being there (HERE IS THE POINT OF THE STORY) JJ has to go to Lubbock, (remember Clovis is some foreign language roughly translated to cowshit town with one walmart half a hospital and a joke of a grocery store with lowes thrown in for good measure) has major knee surgery... he's down for the count and stuck around the house for 30 on medical leave.... (YEP I WENT BONKERS INSANE OFF THE DEEP END AND LOTS OF OTHER EXPRESSION DURING THAT TIME TOO)after two weeks though we are cleared to make the five hour one way trips to visit with drama queen in RTC for the weekend so we can also participate in family counseling in person instead of having to do them over the phone all the time. Because of the time involved in going to the RTC and well just because we couldn't physically handle that much time with our asses stuck in the seat of our truck we only went every other weekend. Let's fast forward through these 3 months... she is released shortly after her 14th birthday because we feel like she is doing better and her treatment team says she is making progress. So we decide ok with all that's happened (A blog for another night, before she left Xander man had to be life flighted to TTU in Lubbock about two weeks before she was sent to RTC) we are going to pack up the entire family and make the 24 hour drive back home to the Carolina Coast for a two week vacation one week with my fam and one week with JJs fam. Well because drama queen has always said that she didn't really know what it was like to be part of a family I made her spend the week that we were with my fam (my mom) at the beach with us, instead of being able to be spoiled and going to stay with JJs mom by herself as both of them wanted, well that was my first clue that we had been manipulated and screwed by this master manipulator..... Let's just say holidays aren't the only thing this child can ruin, 4th of July fireworks first times for toddlers to play in the ocean and otherwise good vacations relaxing at the beach for the first time in five years are also things that she can ruin too. I am not even going to go into the second week of that vacation because any day much less any week spent with my mother in law is HELL. So where the calender begins to come full circle... when we returned from the Carolina's we were able to get medical orders back to the east coast, so here we go again, the stress of another PCS and another unknown, only this time it's more bearable because our families are only 2 hours away each direction, and well hubby and I both know the Charleston area pretty well, besides this has been our stateside dream assignment since we got married and Pope was put on the BRAC.... well here it is June a year later... and drama queen is sitting in RTC again, this time she is playing it up for all it's worth... I mean damn if she would just get it through her thick ass head that in life there are rules and if the worst things she has to do in life is her homework and was the damn dishes until they are actually clean, then she has a good life.... and JJ is now laying in our bed recuperating from ACL repair on the other knee and this time for good measure he added in busting up his right wrist so he has total no use for physical things for me at this point. LOL.... yep even that included right now.
SOMETHING NEW IN THE PICTURE.... TWO THINGS.... THERE IS A POOL IN THE BACKYARD.... although at the point that we signed the paperwork on this house and after I found gummy bear in the pool and scared the crap out of me I hated that blue hole in my yard... until the first time I got in and became my son's hero because it was our time, and nothing else outside of the pool mattered.... was just us, the penguins, and the water.... that was and is going to be some of my best therapy for the next month IF I HAVE LEARNED ONE THING, NOT ALL MILITARY SPOUSES ARE BAD, IN FACT THE ONES LIKE ME THAT DON'T LIKE OTHER ONES ARE AWESOME..... AUNT KATHIE AND UNCLE JEFF ARE A GOD SEND AND ITS SO NICE TO NOT HAVE TO GO EVERYWHERE WITH KIDS IN TOW.
