When it rains...

My sisters and I and our kids, Summer, 2007, the last time we were together after our 4 years overseas. Back row, Marisa, Sara, Me, Jana.


You know that stupid saying, when it rains it pours? Well today, I felt like it was pouring down. I know, I'm just whiny about it, but I've been low and icky today. So, here's my venting to the void...

Two weeks ago, I decided to have my sisters come out to visit. They needed a vacation real bad and I've been missing them. So, I got out my bidding game for Priceline for plane tickets. Got them for $1109.00 for 4 tickets. My parents pitched in to help pay for them, and we've all been giddy little girls planning for this trip. Last night about 9 pm,8 hours before their scheduled departure, Marisa called me to tell me that Mayson, Jana's four year old, was in the hospital getting ready for surgery. She has been complaining about a sore on her bum since Sunday, and yesterday afternoon, Jana thought it was a staph infection and was trying to help her out by draining it. Mayson kept getting worse and they took her to the hospital and she was promptly ordered into surgery. The tests haven't come back yet, but apparently she has MRSA, which is an anitbiotic resistant staph infection gone very bad. They wanted to get this out of her real fast. I did some research and called my sister-in-law/medical wizard, Gina, who basically said she's seen this MRSA bacteria in a hospital petrie dish growing on it's own...very nasty stuff...and HIGHLY CONTAGIOUS... so, all of them have been with her and no one is safe and thus...TRIP CANCELLED, with no plans for rescheduling.

We are all heartbroken. Of course, we're worried about Mayson, and praying constantly for her, she's still in the hospital as I write this. And now we go about the process of trying to get refunded for the plane tickets. Luckily, I bought travel insurance for these tickets, but who knows how much good that will do. We'll see. I had to fill out 9 pages of paperwork for an insurance claim.

Then..........after I took the kids to the bus this morning, very depressed about the whole thing,I came back to the house and remembered that I needed to check the mail. In the mail box is a letter from the Navy, short and sweet, saying, we've been audited for our last move and we owe the Navy $589.00 for going over our weight allowance. I won't even go into all the reasons that I'm going to march into someone's stinkin office and fight this.

Bring on the rain...

Then....later, I was playing outside with the kids trying to keep their minds off of not going to the airport today and our kite got stuck in a tree.

The icing on the crappy cake? David left this morning for 8 days to New York City with the band for Fleet Week.

Now, I don't have my sisters to play with, I'm probably going to have to pay the Navy for a move we made TWO years ago, I have to purge all of our household goods to the bare minimum, so this doesn't happen again because we haven't made rank yet and after 10 years in the navy and 3 kids, we're still on the same weight allowance that we were 5 years ago, I just started a new class, my best and most favorite subject..(being very sarcastic) Algebra....and I get to do it all alone(until next Wednesday).

I think I'm done...with my complaining, with this post for sure, and with Navy life. I really think I can't take any more moving. So, for tonight, I'll go eat a cookie, watch the finals of Dancing with the Stars, and humble myself because I know that there are people with a lot worse problems than mine. But it helps to write it down...this way I don't set the Navy regulations manual on FIRE. Wait a minute...a big bonfire might be just what I need... anyone have any marshmallows?