Hello June

I can’t believe it’s June already. When did that happen!? So, I’m starting off the month sick, which is always a good sign. /sarcasm. In other news the house is finally coming together. The only piece of furniture we have left to buy is a dresser for Monkey. We’re trying to decide if we want to save up and buy a nice piece or just something cheap to last the 3 years we’re here. We do need something though b/c right now all his clothes are in a pile on the floor.

I’d love to do some laundry but our washing machine is still busted. It’s nice of Brian to let us borrow his set while we’re all stationed here but I’d rather save up and buy our own new set and give him this set back. Right now it’s not in the budget but I’m hoping we can squeeze it in. *EDIT*! The repair men just left! It’s fixed!!! Can’t wait to start a load when the empty test load finishes! 🙂 *End Edit*

I couldn’t believe when I woke up yesterday I was sick. The last day of a three day weekend and I woke up sick. I was so hoping it was a 24 hour bug and would be out of my system by this morning. No such luck. At one point this morning I had to take respite in the bathroom and try to avoid praying to the porcelain throne. Not sure what that was all about. Luckily it passed within 10 minutes and I haven’t had to rush back in since.

Monkey is also sick and he’s pushing every single button that I have. The screaming, biting and temper tantrums are going to be the death of me. All thoughts of having another child are currently GONE. I can’t handle the one I have now there’s no way I could handle him plus another kid.

I’ve tried so hard to be a good Mom and I feel like I’m failing. Why do I have the devils child? Seriously where did all the evil come from???? I just don’t understand. I don’t see why he’s so bad. I’m trying so hard to be a good Mom and I feel like I’m failing.

I ended up calling my Mom in complete meltdown mode this afternoon after Monkey bit me on the shoulder. I punished him, put him in his bed and left him with the door closed. I then called my Mom in tears, fully out of control of all my emotions, asking why in the world I have such a terrible kid when I’m trying so hard to raise a good one. Somehow I managed to get a little boy with a defiant attitude the size of the Grand Canyon. And, of course, now I’m so far from family that I have no help when Hubby’s at work.

I’m rambling and I can’t seem to form a coherent thought so I should probably just end this here. Entry with lots of photo’s to come soon. Promise!