I know at the end of my first entry I said I would do two things; one was write another entry last night and the other was explain the name of my blog. Well, I didn't write an entry last night (oops) and I'm not going to explain the name because it's kind of self-explanatory and boring.
Instead, I would rather discuss living arrangements. Odd and random, right? Well here is the deal. Back in December, my kids and I left Germany and moved in with my parents. This was only supposed to be a temporary living situation until the Army could approve our paperwork and get our housing allowance started. Well, here we are in the month of May and still no housing allowance. My two toddlers and I have been living with my parents for a little over 5 months -- and I'm going crazy. We're all going crazy. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. I have always been fairly close to them relationship-wise. However, after moving out and establishing a home with my husband, I gained a new sense of independence. I learned a new definition of personal space -- both of which I no longer feel I have. It gets flat out depressing sometimes. I am so ready to get out of their house and into my own house -- with my own space, my own schedule, my own way of doing things!
Ugh. I could never be one of those people who live with their parents until they're 30. Ok, rant over. I suppose I could get some studying done now that I've fulfilled my daily obligation to my blog. I have two finals this week before I leave for my mini-vacation to Germany to see the husband. Oh, how I've missed him. He comes home for good in June, but June just can't come fast enough.
Until tomorrow my loves :)
