Why my husband should not travel without me

So… Sei’s flight to Los Angeles on Monday was at 2:50pm. (He flew out of LA this morning to go to Hawaii.) We left the house with plenty of time to get there. Around 1:30pm we drove thru the toll thingy at the airport and Sei? goes, “Crap. Did I put my suitcase in the trunk?” I told him I didn’t remember him opening the trunk. Yeah, no… he didn’t have his bag.
So… we turned around, drove home supah fast, found his luggage sitting in the driveway, threw it in the trunk and drove back to the airport supah fast. We were “going speed” as my boys used to say when we drove fast. (“Go speed Dad!!”) We got to the airport at 2:33pm. Luckily Sei? had checked in online and his only bag was a carry on, so he was able to go straight to security. Security decided to open his bag and take everything out looking for… I don’t know. He made it to his plane with like 6 minutes to spare.

Bummer.
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Posted by Tori on Wednesday, September 24, 2008 at 3:00 am
Filed under Our Crazy Life · Tagged with hawaii, lost luggage, travelling

In which I b!tch and moan

I’ve been grumpy. I’m not even sure *why*?!?! I mean, I kind of know, but I’m not positive. Some of what I write will probably sound like I am bitter towards Sei- and I want to make sure that everyone knows that THAT is NOT the case. I love Seiuli?. I am so proud of him. I respect him. I appreciate him and all his hard work. He is awesome. (I’m pretty sure I make my feelings known about him on a daily basis…)

Anyway… I guess I’ve been bummed. I am pretty lonely here. Yes, there is family near by, but realistically on average I see them once a week. I am home all day with not only Taj and Livie, but with the baby I watch daily & on some days a couple of other kids. I love being a mom. I do. But the daily, mundane crap I have to do has really gotten old. (I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling this way.) I think part of the reason it’s gotten old is because I’m not sure how much it’s noticed or appreciated. Sei treats me like a queen and my kids are awesome, but the fact of the matter is, moms don’t get progress reports or praise or a paycheck for that matter! Seiuli has been training for months and months to be a police officer. And he has received all those things every step of the way. I was reading thru his progress reports for the last 17 weeks and I was so excited for him and so proud. But I was also thinking, “Does anyone know how good it would make me feel to get a little recognition- to have someone praise my hardwork? Someone give me a goldstar!!!”

I’m also tired. I’m tired of being tired. I still don’t sleep well when Sei is on nite shift. So atleast 3 nites a week I don’t sleep well. This week it’s been 7 nites because of his changing shift. I am suppose to sleep with my husband Monday, Tues., Wed. and Thurs. nite this week. But- a rich friend of Seiuli’s called him and asked if he’d like to go to Hawaii with him (He’s paying!) leaving Monday and coming home probably Friday this week. How can I tell Sei? “no”? I can’t. I want him to go. I do. But I don’t want to not get to sleep with him or see him for another week. I miss him. Because it pretty much seems like the only time I am completely happy is when I am with him. When I went to Oregon in August I almost didn’t go to the airport that morning because I hadn’t seen him all week and I knew when I’d get back he’d start his work shift again. I felt horrible for leaving. But his brother came into town so I knew he’d have fun. And I had fun. But I missed him immensely- especially with all the surfers and the vibe of the ocean…

I think I may be living vicariously thru him. He comes home and tells me his cop stories- chasing and tackling people, drunkards, silly 911 calls, etc… I don’t wanna tell him, “Yeah- while you were doing all those exciting things I was playing Cash Cow on Webkinz.” I feel like I have absolutely NOTHING to add to any conversations. Does he really wanna hear about how much hair I cleaned out of the tub drain or how I had found a few new casserole recipes? I highly doubt it. And honestly- I’m not jealous he’s going to Hawaii. I think I’m more “Yeah- if my rich friend called me with the same offer I wouldn’t be able to go because no one would be here to watch the kids.” Men have it so easy.

Anyway… I’m not looking for compliments or whatever. I’m just b!tching because I feel b!tchy. Oh- and I also ran across a bunch of blogs written by women at church. From what I read I feel like if they read my blog then I would be shunned- although they’ve never really talked to me anyway so I wouldn’t know I was being shunned to begin with. Yeah- I’m diggin’ the chicks (and Omar) I hang with in the blogosphere. Y’all are ok with me callin’ it how I see it and being the real me on my blog. I can post when I’m having a grumpy day. Or a sexy day. Or a silly day or a boring day and IT’S OK. I appreciate it. Now that I got all this off my chest I’m gonna go pout some more… and play Cash Cow on Webkinz.