These past two days I’ve gotten quite a bit of work done. I guess after last week, getting ANY work done feels like a lot. Emma has been pretty independent and Scott has been home in the mornings so it has been pretty easy.
There is not too much new going on in Emma’s world except a really bad diaper rash right now. And, she loves playing chase. She gets these big eyes and this deep throated giggle, bends at her knees and gets ready to run. She just cackles when you go after her. When I ask her what a pig says, she scrunches up her nose and tries to snort. It’s so cute. She doesn’t play with her tea set too much anymore. She still likes her books and especially those about animals. She LOVES animals. She also has a puzzle that has farm animals on it that she likes. It’s so funny because I go through the pieces and name all the animals and then say like, What does a cow say? And then say, Mooo.. But I always get to the goat and say What does a goat say? And then I say quickly, I don’t know what a goat says, here is a duck! I’m blanking out! What sound does a goat make??
I don’t think I ever mentioned but Scott talked to his corporal about putting in for a transfer and his comment was that the first sergeant wouldn’t be happy. He said, you could do it and get it and then be treated badly until you left or take the chance of not getting it and be treated badly for a long time. Not “badly” but just first sergeant would give him a hard time. He wouldn’t let small things slide. Corporal told him that he knew Scott never took that kind of thing seriously and could probably deal with it, but it was up to him. The highway patrol is first sergeant’s life and he would take it very personally if he tried to leave. Which I don’t see why because he knows that Scott doesn’t want to be here. He gave him another “stay a few years and you’ll love it” speech the other day. The thing with me is you know, I really don’t care if we don’t move back home. Just let me know. I want out of this apartment and into a house if I have to be here any longer. I searched for some houses for rent the other day. We could so afford being in one. I wish we could have found one a year ago. It would make living here so much easier. This apartment just feels so temporary. Believe me, it is very nice, it’s just, I sorta still feel like I’m living in a hotel. There’s too many neighbors around us and the public parking and no back yard doesn’t make it feel like home. I try to get Scott to just say, ok, this is it, we’re staying here for 2 years and then we’ll go home and then we can plan for that. But not knowing whether we’ll be gone in June, January or in 5 Januarys, it makes it very difficult to feel like you can go on. I know that sounds strange and really, on a daily basis, I do feel like we’ve moved on, but I don’t like not having a goals. Like, I would like to be able to say in June, we’ll leave the apartments and then find a house to rent for a year and if we still plan on staying, we’ll buy a house. Well, right now, he’s *thinking* of putting in for a transfer and he *might* get one who knows when. Really, as I’m thinking about this, this is what we think we know. Our lease ends at the end of June (we know this). The HP is thinking of having a class in January that would graduate the next June. Why doesn’t he approach the transfer and say, once the class is graduated and you have someone to replace me in June 2005, I’m gone. That would give us the ability to get a house to rent for a year and then be able to plan when we can start looking for a house back home to buy. Why doesn’t first sergeant listen to me! Did you know first sergeant told Scott he knew that a lot of the reason that Scott wanted to go back home is because of me?? Uh, no. We BOTH want to go back home and neither of us dislike being here, we would just RATHER be near our family. Ok, I need to get off my soap box. I do this every time I start talking about this.