So how much creative license do you take?
Ξ November 13th, 2008 | → 7 Comments | ∇ Everyday Stuff |
I’m sure we all take a little creative license on our blogs. But after my recent post on how to help someone with a deployed spouse, I had to reassure some friends that I’m really doing ok. I may have exaggerated just a little bit. So here’s the pure truth on a few points where I took some creative license-
9. Then stay and make breakfast (from scratch) while I sleep in until at least 9. Preferably 10. (I almost never make breakfast from scratch during deployments. And the only way I can sleep in? Is to get up, get the kids breakfast and change diapers, then turn on the tv and take a nap on the couch while the kids watch it. A common tactic when I am sick.)
8. Run to the store at 11pm when I discover I’m out of diapers and can’t move because I’m holding poopy baby legs. (Yes this happened, but I still had Luke’s pull-ups. Sure they were two sizes too big for Audrey, but they worked!)
7. After a hard day, run to the store at 9pm to buy me ice cream.
6. And chocolate. (Have I mentioned I’ve lost 10 pounds since deployment started?)
5. Come over at any time of day or night to kill a spider.
4. And a cockroach.
3. And anything that scurries and has a tail. (I did have a spider and cockroach I had to kill. In the same night. I have never seen anything that scurries inside my house, though. Only squished on the road down the block. But I’ve had to learn to brave the bugs.)
2. Figure out how to hook the new DVR up to the tv, dvd, soundsystem and ipod player thingy. (I figured it out all by myself. Because I rock.)
1. Run out and get me some cold medicine and a box of tissue, righthisverysecond before my head explodes and I am forced to wipe up the mess with leftover Chik-fil-A napkins because we are out of tissue, napkins, paper towels, and have only enough toilet paper to last for one more day, but only if no one uses it to blow their nose, and none of my children poop in the toilet, which would require us to use our reserve supply of Chick-fil-A napkins, which would stop up the toilet and then you’d also have to come over and plunge the toilet for me. (We actually keep our reserve Chik-fil-A napkins in the car. So I couldn’t have used them if my head exploded, which it truly was in danger of doing. However, I also had a whole pack of toilet paper in the car, so if my head had exploded I could have gone out and gotten it. That’s not where we keep the extra toilet paper, mind you. I just didn’t have enough hands to bring it in from the store and it was raining so I wasn’t about to make a second trip out to the car for it. I also know how to plunge my own toilet. I learned how last deployment.)
So how much creative license do you take?
on November 14th, 2008 at 8:43 am
I take some creative license. Maybe a lot. If all the stories I told in my blog were perfectly true and unexaggerated I would be in the loony bin right now.
on November 14th, 2008 at 10:23 am
I take a little…probably about as much as you in this post. I stick to the true story as much as possible but when my memory lapses, I have to fill in the gaps somehow!
on November 14th, 2008 at 12:51 pm
My blog would be even more boring than it already is if I didn’t take some creative license.
on November 14th, 2008 at 9:25 pm
It really depends on my mood…I’ve been known to take a bit of it…but I really seem to have crazy things happen to me for real as well. ;P
on November 15th, 2008 at 2:18 pm
After 16 years of this type of life. Plus abuse! The Air Force let him out, he got all our money, I got my two kids and $190K worth of debt.
Tell me if you know what does a dependent spouse do for a living after they have been home for almost 20 years. Plus add to that I’m sick and 45.
They give credit to the one who served as a Vet at the Post office but not a spouse. I got a piece of paper that basically said Thanks for your help.
on November 15th, 2008 at 3:45 pm
I try to write down what the funny things the kids say soon after they say them, but sometimes that just doesn’t happen. So I do my best to remember what they said and put that on the blog – it may not be word for word but I try to at least stick with the main point.
Did I ever tell you about crying over a silly spider when we first got married? I was in the shower, saw it crawling towards me, cried out to my new husband and he wouldn’t kill it for me! He said he was trying to teach me to be tough. It didn’t work. I just cried!
on November 15th, 2008 at 7:32 pm
I love your creativeness. I so dont have it. (When my hubby traveled I used to trap spiders under cups and bowls. Those that lived until he got home he took care of!)