I've spent the better part of the last 40 minutes acting like a sheep dog to my kids to get them going in the right direction. For the past few weeks mornings have gone relatively smoothly. For some reason this morning they just don't want to go in the direction required to get ready for school. Right now I'm concentrating in keeping the boys in opposite ends of the house from each other.
I guess I can't blame them, everyone needs a break once in a while.
I finaly got to sleep midnightish last night. I have too much to do to go back to bed this morning, but a late morning or early afternoon nap is a distinct possibility. On the other hand, maybe I will save my 2 mile walk for later this morning and get all my chores done early. That should help to wake me up for the rest of the day.
Hubby goes before a promotion board today. The promotion is automatic, but everyone goes in front of the board for practice. We are hoping that we will see the money increase with his next paycheck. The Air Force hasn't gotten his pay right for the past year though, so I'm not sure if we should expect this change to be on time and correct. I suppose we can hope and pray that the raise and the back pay both kick in at the same time.
I think that is definitely too much to ask for!
On November 9 Hubby and I have a Mlitary Ball to go to. It should be interesting. While on a regular basis I am REALLY not into formal occasions. In all honesty my idea of formal is putting on clothes for the day and not wandering around in my pajamas. I think it might be a good idea to get the shoes now and start breaking them in. That should preclude being unable to walk for the remainder of the month of November.
I hate dress shoes. My feet were definitely not designed for pumps or anything with a heel. Instead of feet that taper in the same general shape as the dress shoes you see out there, my toes square off. There is no taper there. Because of this, usually after wearing dress shoes for about 15 minutes, I am unable to feel my toes for a couple weeks after that. Longer than 15 minutes guarantees me to have numb feet for more than a month. I think whoever designed women's dress shoes had the same mentality as those who designed the medieval torture devices now only seen on hollywood movie sets.
Add to this the size difference in my feet. My left foot wears a size 8, my right foot wears a size 6.5. Buying shoes is an adventure. To afford dress shoes, either my left foot is scrunched, or I walk out of my right shoe. On the rare occasions I can find an incredible sale, I can buy two pairs and have each shoe fit. Those occasions are few and far between. I don't think I've come across that situation since before I was married.
Hmm, if I can find a full length formal dress, I wonder if I could get away with going barefoot? Maybe I could get away with wearing ballet shoes?
Just Another Day In Paradise
Phil Vasser
The kids screaming, phone ringing
Dog barking at the mailman bringing
That stack of bills - overdue
Good morning baby, how are you?
Got a half hour, quick shower
Take a drink of milk but the milk's gone sour
My funny face makes you laugh
Twist the top on and I put it back
There goes the washing machine
Baby, don't kick it.
I promise I'll fix it
Long about a million other things
Well, it's ok. It's so nice
It's just another day in paradise
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise
Friday, you're late
Guess we'll never make our dinner date
At the restaurant you start to cry
Baby, we'll just improvise
Well, plan B looks like
Dominoes' pizza in the candle light
Then we'll tippy toe to our room
Make a little love that's overdue
But somebody had a bad dream
Mama and daddy
Can meand my teddy
Come in to sleep in between?
Yeah it's ok. It's so nice.
It's just another day in paradise.
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Well, it's two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise
Well, it's ok. It's so nice.
It's just another day in paradise.
Well, there's no place that
I'd rather be
Two hearts
And one dream
I wouldn't trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise
For just another day in paradise
Well, it's the kids screaming. The phone ringing
Just another day
Well, it's Friday. You're late
Oh yeah, it's just another day in paradise