Michelle had emailed me about making sure I go to meetings and I shouldn't miss anything. I emailed a lady asking if she were still interested in helping out with FRG stuff and wanted to be a co-leader. I then emailed Michelle and told her I was in the process of finding a co-leader and everything would be covered. Then I find out that she emailed her husband and he called Tyler in to bust his chops! I was so enraged by these people I couldn't see straight (mainly due to the tears and light bends when traveling through water)... I was so upset that they were so infuriating and that they felt the need to burden Tyler with it.
It's one thing to be a pain in my ass, but to talk to my husband when he has MORE THAN ENOUGH on his plate -- I was enraged. I was so mad that I was fuming ALL DAY! I know it's partially hormones, but the other part is me wanting to slaughter the both of them and tell them to lay off my husband because he actually has work to do, unlike hers who apparently only has email to read.
I had to spend time and effort to calm down and luckily my mom came in and made me read my email response. She toned it down for me and was adamant that I keep my mouth shut. She's very afraid that one day Tyler will be up for a job against other guys and it'll come down to the wives and how helpful they are -- which is beyond idiotic and unfair, if you ask me. That's like me not getting a job because of my husband. He is not a teacher and he is not involved with my work because he has his own to do.
After a while, I calmed down enough to where I could close my computer and go into the kitchen to pack up some boxes for Tyler. I made up one and wrote a letter, then included the DVD about our house. Then I made up a second box to mail at a later date. We still have enough stuff for one or two more boxes, though we'll probably wait a bit to mail them out. I don't want to run out of monies.
After what seemed like forever, we took the box, got in my car, and left for the post office. As soon as we got on the road, I got a text from Ty (and I was driving). I asked if we could use HeyTell, since I didn't want to text and drive. I didn't hear back from him.
We went to Rita's and split a treat. Then as we were about to leave, I heard from Ty on HeyTell. We drove to Michael's and looked around for a small container-y thing for Ty to put drink powder packets in while he flies, so they don't get crushed or explode. I didn't have any luck, but did get to HeyTell with Ty for a bit, though the internet kept cutting out on his side.
Eventually, we got to the post office and as we were mailing his package, he texted me telling me that all my messages came through at once. I knew he'd been up, waiting for the internet to kick back on, which made me sad that he waits for it, instead of going to sleep. I know he's tired and I appreciate that he wants to chat -- I want to chat more than anything, but for him, I want him to get enough sleep.
I don't know what actually goes on over there. In my mind he wakes up at 0515, gets ready pretty quick, eats if he has time or if there's food, goes to work, then works on missions all day... he'll run and grab a bite to eat if he has time... he does paperwork and plans missions and briefs whomever needs to be briefed... he'll eat dinner if he's not flying or working too hard... then somehow it's already 2230 and he will stop working, even though he's not done, and drive back to the tents so he can shower and try to talk to me for a few minutes before he passes out, which is around 2345 or later. In the picture he paints for me, he doesn't have time to do anything except work and stuff down some food if he's lucky.
Which is why I get so incredibly and irrationally angry when someone would talk to him about something that he should NOT have to even think about! The only stateside thing he should be worried about is when I go into labor. Nothing else. His mind needs to be focused on the mission at hand and flying and staying safe. Anyone who would distract him needs to suffer a horrible and painful illness that last for an undetermined amount of time... like until they learn their lesson.
Obviously, I am still seething when I think about their stupidity, but I guess you can't help but be stupid when your head is up your ass and your grasping at straws, looking for something to control to make you feel better about yourself. My suggestion is either go to college or learn the difference between possessives and plurals and stop emailing me with such poor grammar.
Anyway...
When we got home, I changed into my suit and got into the pool for a couple hours (as did my folks). Then before we went inside, I bathed Puck with the hose and my dad's help. Puck did pretty darn good -- he stayed and didn't try to run off. I dried him and let him run around in the sun for a bit before we went inside and I showered.
After I showered, I sent a "personal" email to Michelle. I told her that I was emailing her and it was just between the two of us. I apologized for being so hormonal and told her how I was feeling, then appealed to her past pregnancy hormones to understand. I said that it's not necessary that she respond, only that she know how/why I feel and that I'm sorry. I made sure I pointed out that I know I reflect on Tyler and I am normally not so troublesome, but it's beyond my control, and that I will keep my mouth closed and be a good army wife in the future. Now if she emails her husband about that, I will have to cut off her leg and beat the tar out of her. (I know... so ladylike and polite).
For dinner I had a salad -- it was delicious. Then I helped mom with dishes. My dad wanted to purchase a movie on the tv, so we decided on Red Riding Hood, but 10 minutes in, Jamie and Daniel came home. They talked about what they did today and then he went to shower. She stayed and chatted, which made me stress out because she wants to talk and my dad wants to talk and he feels the need to explain everything to her and he can't just let her be and have the opportunity to make mistakes. If she's late for something, it's her damn fault, not his.
Earlier today he was stressing out cause Daniel wasn't booked on any flights yet and he leaves tomorrow. I said, "He's 45. If he doesn't book a flight and doesn't fly out "on time," that's his own damn problem. Leave it be."
I took it upon myself to read my book on my phone so I wouldn't pay attention to the conversation and stress. After a while, she left to get ready to go out that night and we watched our movie. It was strange, but entertaining.
It was 2215 when it was all over with, so I said goodnight and came to type.
I have another doctor's appointment tomorrow at 1130, so I may have some body/baby updates to post, instead of furious I am. I miss my husband and his calming hugs and kisses.
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