MilSpouse Friday Fill-In #14

So over on Wife of a Sailor, Wife posts questions for other bloggers to answer on their own military spouse blogs. (Still with me so far?) And since the kids went to bed early, I thought this might be fun to fill out while I put off folding laundry for another night. At least the pile of clothes in my room is clean!


1. The first thing I think of when I get up in the morning is…

OH MY GOD DO I HAVE A SUB JOB THIS MORNING??? I am a substitute teacher with the district and now that the school year has started again, I’m starting to get booked with jobs. Still, it is nerve-wracking because I either have a job or I don’t; if I don’t, I still gotta get out of bed to: get the kids up/dressed/fed, remind kids to take care of pets, remind kids to empty dishwasher, and get ready for Zumba! Sometime in that mess, I have to get myself ready!

2.Lately, I’ve been craving RICE because…

I’ve been trying to cut out refined carbs and sometimes Spam/scrambled egg/mushroom/garlic fried rice really hits the spot!

3. Whenever anyone says the word SMURFS, it reminds me of my childhood because…

duh, they were so smurfy.

4. The happiest word I know is LEAVE, but…

only because it means something different to military families as in ON LEAVE. When we lived outside of Gate 5 at JEB Little Creek (yep, we were the lucky one on the corner of Juno Road next to the park and yes, I was the milspouse who ran after you with a plastic bag if I saw you letting your dog take a dump on the grass in front of our house and who ran around the area listening to Shakira and Nine Inch Nails on my cell), it was so hard on all of us. When my husband wasn’t deployed six (but we really know it’s seven) months of the year, he was away at out-of-state trainings for weeks at a time. The only time we spent together then and now is when he’s ON LEAVE. Thanksgiving cannot come soon enough.

5. My spouse may hate it, but I absolutely love…

sugar binges. I honestly hope I don’t love them now since changing the way I eat but how many times did I hear him tell me that it would be easier for me to lose weight if I cut out Starbucks and sugar? Dammit, I hate it when he’s right.

Update on my diet/exercise: Zumba 2-4 times a week. Fluctuation in number of days because I’ve started to get more sub jobs so I’m hoping to accept sub jobs on non-Zumba days and fill up the week from there. Right now we really need the money so I’m trying to make up for it by eating way way way less. I eat about 1800 calories a day which I know is still too high for my shortness petite frame but trust me, it’s WAY less than before and the calories are better quality as in protein for snacks, less starch/refined carbs, way less sugar (notice I didn’t say NO SUGAR; let’s not have unrealistic expectations here), no SB OR SB-meal-replacement-plan (I know it’s sooo bad for me but hey, not getting the petite vanilla scones!) and smaller meals in general.

I brought the spicy Cup-O-Noodles for the past couple of days to work because it’s cheap and easy. Surprisingly pretty tasty too. More surprisingly that I’ve paired it with a protein bar or cheese and am actually satisfied.

Of course, don’t ask me what I had for dinner because it was a chicken bowl from Chipotle, no rice, hee hee! Added a couple of mini cookies from Panera next door and I’m good.

Thinking of the east coast as they prepare for the hurricane, especially military families who have to do this without their spouses.

Have a great weekend!

Wired

I noticed something very disturbing this morning. The kids were sitting in front of the TV.

Mesmerized.

Then I heard the same annoying episode of whatever they were watching. They DVR’d their favorite show and were watching it. Again.

I didn’t care what show it was. I didn’t care that they were on break from school. I did care about the fact that they couldn’t hear me unless I turned off the TV or unless someone PAUSED the show.

PAUSING THE SHOW? That is insane!

Brace yourself, here comes an old-timer rant.

Back in the 70s we didn’t have cable. It was a waste of money, according to my Filipino immigrant parents, so I like many of the neighborhood kids had to wait until Saturday morning cartoons.

Saturday morning cartoons. Just that phrase gives me the chills. The number of boxes of cereal I ate in front of the TV. Snorks. Thundercats. Gobots. Voltron. Rainbow Brite. Jem was truly truly truly outrageous.

Don’t even get me started on the Smurfs. Gargamel was a crazy bastard, let me tell you. Talking to that ratty old red cat named Israel and hunting blue creatures only three apples tall. Why did he hunt them anyway? Did he want to smoke their mushroom houses? Was he jealous of their socialist society?

And then Zack Morris and AC Slater and Kids Incorporated came along and I felt OLD because I wanted to watch LIVE TV with cute boys who were as hot as… duh, Kirk Cameron! That was the real birth of the tween age right there. Screw Hanny Montanny.

There was a collective groan in the air when our cartoons were preempted for sports. That was the worst. I was like, “What?! Why would I want to watch jocks play baseball or basketball?”

Of course, that thinking would change as I got older. Of course.

My kids have so many channels, so many TV shows, so many to choose from. We have movies on DVD. We haven’t even gotten to the electronica!

My point is… Where does it all end? When do we say no? Do we ever say no? Is this the new norm?

Surely, it mustn’t be. I have friends who don’t have cable. I have friends who never take their kids to eat at fast food joints for whatever reasons. I have friends who restrict their kids’ consumption of sugar and soda as in none at all. I even have a cousin who downsized her Blackberry to strictly texts and phone calls.

On the other end where most people are, every kid has a TV in their room. Every kid has their own cell phone, designer shoes, the latest video game as in bought “brand-new” not two months later “used” at Game Stop. Every kid has an organized activity every day of the week. Soccer, baseball, basketball, catechism, bible school, playdates, piano lessons, no time to breathe. No time. Period.

No, don’t get your panties in a bunch. Some of those apply to me and while you and your family may be content with your situation, I am not content with mine.

With the closing of Borders, we have picked up some board games and puzzles at a great price. The kids have been warned NOT to open any nor PLAY with any unless under my supervision. Sounds terrible, right? I just don’t want toys to get lost, tossed, broken, or missing. I want them to treat their things with care, not because they should identify with these things or define themselves with stuff but because they cost money, we need to treat them with care, and then pass them on to charity when we have played our last game.

They haven’t noticed but for the last five nights in a row, they only watched TV one of those nights. One night. They rented movies that night and wanted to make sure they got to watch them.

The rest of the nights we read. We put puzzles together. We drew in our journals. M played four Christmas carols on the piano that he learned by himself. He’s only got the melody down but it tells me that he’s learning to read music and he’s doing it on his own. One night M taught his sisters to make brownies. The only thing I did was take the brownies out of the oven. And taste test of course.

Last weekend we went to the museum because admission was free. The kids saw Monets, Indonesian headdresses, creepy head sculptures, and everything in between. We took the dogs for a walk to the park and played there for a while. We’ve packed ourselves sandwiches and brought them to the pool for a picnic several times. We’ve met with other families to just hang out. No organized sports. No planned activities at playdates. Just doing. Just being.

That is what I want. TV and the rest of the electronica has its time and place but I don’t want it to be every time, every place.

I’m preparing my children for what’s ahead. Cancelling the DVR services. Downgrading cable to basic, if any. I actually approached the topic a month ago and they were about to cry. M said, “I will give you my cell phone if we don’t get rid of our cable!” A said, “Why?” as if it were a necessity. It was a wake-up call for me that cancelling our cable package was the worst possible thing they could imagine happening to our household.

I can’t tell you the number of baby, infant, and toddler gadgets that were invented since our son was born ten years ago. There were several times after the birth of each daughter where my husband and I would see a commercial for a new toy or concept and our eyes would glaze over, thinking “Oooh! We need that!” Then one of us would come to our senses and say, “Look, if our grandparents didn’t need it, we don’t need it either!”

So join us in our journey. Or not and watch the trainwreck whining screaming adventure unfold.