I am NOT the housekeeper

So this morning the hubby wakes me up when he got home from PT to tell me that I have to clean the house because they are going to do a "home inspection" on Wednesday. (yes, they can check you off-post housing they just have to give you 24 hrs notice) "Oh great" I say. I try to fall back asleep but I couldn't because the thought of someone coming into my house to honestly see what kind of wife I am (It's the truth. I used to think the same thing) pissed me the hell off. Just because I am a stay-at-home mom right now doesn't mean I devote my live to cleaning the damn house. I have a 1 yr old son who is like a sponge who I need to  get to talk, read to, color with, build a fort with. "Forget the damn house." Is what I say. If I have time to do it I will. Now don't get me wrong my apartment is clean. I vacuum, wash dishes, blah blah blah. The things that keep me stationary is whats hard to do with the monster around like, washing dishes, folding clothes is pointless, sweeping and mopping leaves footprints, and forget cleaning the bathroom I might as well just give my son a can of paint to sniff. I do all those things when/if my son takes a nap but more than liking at night once he's a sleep. No big deal it takes me like 20 minutes to do everything. While I was lying in bed I just kept thinking,"let them tell me something." These punks I'll give them a peace of my mind. Since I was too mad to sleep anymore I got up and started to do some cleaning. I actually scrubbed the floors, really scrubbed around the toilet and bath tile and picked up little things here and there. I wanted to do more but the monster woke up. Washed him up, got his breakfast and turned on Handy Manny for him to dance to while he ate. Then I realized that damn dogs bed stinks! So I started washing his bed and kennel. Kicked his but because he tried to take food from my sons table. I laughed because he had no where to hide. Later in the afternoon I put the monster down for a nap and made myself some pizza rolls as I was cleaning out our "mail holder" I kept hearing doors slam in the hallway. "That damn 'jimmy' guy probably doing laundry again! "I thought. He does laundry everyday.  He's been here a month and has done laundry everyday all month. What the hell is he washing? A sock at a time? I hope he realizes our water bill is a community tab. Probably going to pay $50 this month. This guy is strange he also has the vacuum running all day. What a weirdo. I have to do laundry downstairs because he freaks me out. Finally in the evening when the hubby got home he tells me they aren't coming to see the apartment until 1900. wtf! Oh, and they have a check list to go by. You have got to be freakin' kidding me. I felt my anger and all my hatred for the stupid BS coming.  I have big plans for Wed. since it's suppose to be in the 60's my son, dog, and I were going out to soak up the sun, and stop being hermits. My son goes to bed at 1900. If these punks don't come until 1900 (more like 1930) my son is not going to be a happy camper. I know they are going to want to see his room to make sure he is in a "safe environment" since they have had issues before, so I can't but him to sleep anyway. That and my Cujo wannabe dog is going to bark up a storm when they come inside. Needless to say I am not at all pleased with this. How about I Skype them a tour of our house. lol I could only wish.

My Life Story

So this is officially my first blog entry. Well  I was born and mostly raised in San Antonio, Texas and yes, this is where it all began I was an Army Brat. My dad was in the army and every time I saw him in his uniform I felt proud and I always told myself that's what I want to do too. I saw the life of balls, company parties, my dad pretty much did what he wanted. Little did I realize that my day was MEDCOM so he never would deploy not that it mattered because this was all pre- 9-11. He is now retired and is doing other things but I always knew this is what I would do. When I graduated high school I said this is it I'm off to join the Army. Little did I know (Again) that I couldn't join with braces. Finally (a year later) I enlisted and was on my marry little way to Ft. Lost in woods (Leonard Wood). I had an extended stay there due to an injury to my knee. I made it all the way but right before the final FTX (field training exercise) and I bruised the crap out of my knee cap and strained a ligament. After recovery I graduated a cycle later and went back home to Ft. Sam, where my dream all started. I have always had a hard time with school so it didn't surprise me when I had to get recycled because I failed the NREMT. It was rough. I was at school all day and when we finally got released, we got yelled at the rest of the night. During personal time I had to iron my uniform and shine my boots (Tells you when I was in) and by the time all the was done it was time for bed. I would try to study after bed check but while waiting for that to be over I would fall a sleep. So when I got recycled I made it a point to get tutoring and try to make the DS realize that I need to study. I passed and Whiskey school was a breeze. After AIT I went to Ft. Hood. I was in the aviation unit there. Did a lot of stupid things. Some I would take back. A few months later we crossed the pond to Iraq. Wasn't too bad. Did some stuff, saw some stuff, want to forget some stuff. You know... the usual. This is where I met my husband, while standing in a guard tower at 3am. What a story to tell the kids right? Came home, got married shortly later. While in Iraq I signed my dream list to get the hell out of aviation, so I got orders to Ft. Carson. (Hubby followed shorty later) Ft. Carson... Best home town in the army my ass. I was assigned to an MP/Infantry unit.This is where my career ended due to my pregnancy but my psycho b***h platoon sergeant was the icing on the cake. After she told me to have an abortion because I was having my son to spite I realized there is no way I can come back to working with this broad after my son is born. After I ran shit, got awards, taught her soldiers, did her work and let her take credit. I was done.  My husband is still there with a retarded ass support unit but we'll get into that later.  So I am now an Army wife taking care of my son and wondering what our next adventure will be.