End of another week, or the start of a new one?

Weekends. Where have they all run off too? It seems like I go from running the kids all week long, to tackling whatever needs to be tackled on Saturdays, then church (which is a must for me, it helps me to maintain sanity) on Sunday and finish tackling whatever DIDN'T get tackled on Saturdays, just so I can start the ENTIRE INSANE CYCLE again on Monday!!!!! I did receive some good news from Rachel today. Apparently the band will no longer be having late evening practice (8pm) & no more early morning practices (0630). So, I get to sleep in a little while longer and maybe I can get those black bags under my eyes tackled!!!! So, now Rachel just has Cougarettes & ROTC things that will be going on till we move and Anthony has football & ROTC & Garett just has ROTC & A LOT of Dr appts due to his knee injury and surgery!!! No big deal, right? Rodney should be home this next week and I have a very BAD feeling that everything that I have totally shoved down inside of me for the past 4 months is going to come up and out like horrible, nasty and distasteful verbal vomit. Any tips &/or prayers on this matter would be especially helpful & totally wanted!!!!!! It's not his fault, he did everything he should and could do. I just need to deal!!!! And maybe get a massage and foot rub and anything else that will help me to chill...

I don't know why this time away was any different or worse than any other. Could my tollerance level be low? The kids are getting older and starting to think for themselves more instead of just doing what I tell them. Now they want to discuss it and argue. I've already had to ground one child from talking. Yes, you heard me. She couldn't keep a respectful tongue in her head, so she was forbidden to speak. By the way, it works and if she broke it, she started over. This was the same child who had her room stripped down to nothing. The amazing thing about that was her grades totally shot UP!!!!! I couldn't believe it. I threatened to do it to the other 2. I guess the boys believe me when I say I'm going to do something. I made a believer out of Rachel too. I have a funny feeling Garett is going to be next. He must be feeling his testesterone or something, his last warning was the other day. Anthony knows just where the line is and makes it a point to not step on it. Are these 3 the reasons for my stress or do they play a small part in the big pie of me stressing out? The military itself with it's endless paperwork, red tape and it's seemingly teadious rules is a good chunk of it. With Rodney being gone, & our transfer looming in the distance and I have 2 children that are ADHD, I had to get enough paperwork filled out by various Drs that I killed AT LEAST 2 trees by myself. By the way, did I mention that I work a full time, 40 hour a week J O B? So let me recap-we have endless extracurricular activities, Dr appts for children & self, endless paperwork that took all 4 months to get completed & turned in, and a job that requires me to be on campus 40 hours a week (minimum). Oh and don't forget just the regular day to day things that go on in a woman's life. You know, the house, laundry, cooking, cleaning. Guess what the first thing to go was? Yea, I'm stressed!!!!!!

So, here we are again...

Seems to be my life story. Get something taken care of & instantly, there will be another crisis or priority that will quickly replace the time that I thought I would be getting back. Not that I'm griping, but we sure are a very busy family. With Rodney still gone & there is still no end in sight I think I am feeling the pressure & weight of all of our responsibilities. I think if one more thing gets added, I might break. Football SHOULD be rounding down, but knowing us, we will make play offs. Just when I thought I would have some more time, we have also made it in the next level towards state with the marching band. And, if that wasn't enough, I'm sure we will start physical therapy soon for the knee that was operated on. So, I will, as I often do, suck it up, deal with it & hope that I don't get fired, because my job is feeding us while we try to buy a house at our next duty station. Be prepared, it might get a little gripy in here.