My wonderful life....

I'll start with the worst of the deal which really isn't that bad. The fridge for the time being is toast. Finally stopped cooling and freezing food so the stuff in the fridge spoiled completely. All of it ended up in the garbage. Stuff from the freezer thank God went into the deep freezer. I'm waiting on the repair guy to get in the part he needs for the back of the fridge which is a circuit board that runs all the electronics, dispenser, ice machine cooling system in the fridge. Another down side to the breakage is that right now every kitchen surface is covered with stuff from the fridge or clean dishes so that I can run the next batch of dishes. On the cute side Eric tried to help by 'scrubbing down the bathroom floors'. That will be my next task is getting both the guest bathroom and my bathroom cleaned up and the shower curtains washed. Going to look in to putting Eric in day care for a couple of days every week so that he has some socialization and maybe they can help me with getting him potty trained. School isn't going so hot. I'm two assignments behind on things and I need to get caught up before I fail the course. This is driving me CRAZY!!!! I really wish hubs was hear it would make one hell of a difference in how much I'm able to get done. I'm actually in a groove right now so yeah thats cool business too with the house and such. I just wish I had more motivation for the school stuff. Bleh. Don't know if we'll actually make it up north like we are hoping to do. That would be one hell of a drive. If I know Josh he'll want to night drive all the way up. Right now I'm completely incommunicado with Josh. Haven't gotten mail don't know if he's getting my emails or not. Thank goodness for Mike and Claire, I would have had no clue who the hell to call about the fridge other wise. Between Eric flipping me the hell out with the hose/washing machine situation and then the fridge I'm so ready for all this military bullshit to be over its not even funny. On top of all that Eric has been really pushing buttons with me. I guess he figures mommy is a push over and won't smack his butt for misbehaving. Don't get me wrong I'm not beating the crap out of him on a daily basis, but every now and then he needs a swat on the butt or the hand when he's touching something or doing something that he KNOWS he's not suppose to be doing. Then he kills me with the pouty face and fake tears that last all of 2 seconds. His tantrums consist of him cramming all his fingers in his mouth, throwing himself on the floor, and hitting the wall or floor with his hands. Hopefully next deployment goes better. We'll see where things are situated with Josh's command and what kind of standing he has with them from this deployment.