In Which I Will Continue To Whine...Because I Can

I don't think I have anything witty to say.

Being military can really suck sometimes.  One of the sucky factors is that I am a PT monitor.

You know what that means? That means I get to admister a test to make sure Air Force members in my unit are staying fit.  This includes a 1.5 mile run, push-ups, sit-ups, height and weight measurments and taping of the waist.

I don't mind so much doin this.  What I do mind is someone requesting that I do the test at 7am when I don't get to work until 7:30. And then after asking me to do the test at 7am try to talk me into doing it even earlier. 

What the fuck do I look like.

That being said.  I had another night of NO SLEEP.  Went to bed around 9:45.  Didn't fall asleep until after 10 and was up at 1.  That's it.  I could NOT sleep after 1.  Unless you include my 15 min nap around 4:45.  I was back up at 5:30 and out of the house before 6am.

And did I mention is cold as a polar bears balls out? 

In addition to all that's going on, I will NOT, I repeat, NOT, be going home and relaxing when I get off.

Instead Lael will be cheering at her first basketball game at 6pm which means I have to be there at 5:30 to get the girls settled and warmed up.

And do you think I'll be headed home after that?  If you do, you are WRONG.

Lael's usual Saturday gymnastics was moved to tonight at 7pm.

Am I crazy? Do I want to drive myself batshit?

I need a drink, and am not happy that I have to wait until GODKNOWSWHEN to have one.

Maybe I should re-think the whole breastfeeding thing. I mean seriously.  I NEED A DRINK.

That is all for now....

Carry on.