stuff and things

In this blog post I will be covering the following ideas which may or may not be related:

I'm spending Thursday - Sunday alone with Sawyer while Mike is on the East Coast being a groomsman in his cousin's wedding.

Both Mike and I have recently been spending a lot of time weighing the pros and cons of staying in the marine corps vs. getting out

We have rats in our attic

Yes. spending alone time with Sawyer. Nervous about the prospect of 4 days without Mike as back-up. Super sad that Mike is seeing the family but I and (most importantly) Sawyer are not. This was my decision. Just the thought of this trip overwhelmed me beyond belief. That plus the exorbitant cost of flying us across the country helped me to decide that Sawyer and I should stay behind. I don't really regret my decision, but I am very, very, VERY sad that Sawyer will be at least 6 months old before anyone in our family gets to see him again. They are missing out, let me tell you.

Mike. Possibly getting out of the USMC (in 2 years after we do our next tour in Parris Island, South Carolina). Of course, the most practical decision is for Mike to stay in. Incredible health insurance. check. Amazing retirement. check. Steady paycheck. CHECK.

However, there's this whole thing about all of these wars and marines going to them and bla bla bla. I mean, we have a kid involved in this whole thing now and will most likely have another one sometime in the somewhat near future... Four days without Michael is throwing me through a freaking loop... what will I do without him for months and months on end while he deploys? Not to mention that, you know, these kids kind of need a Daddy in their lives so I'd prefer not to be sending him off to do dangerous things. Ya know what I'm saying? Yep. Also? If we're not part of the usmc world we can live near our family and all that good stuff. Lots to think about.

rats. di-freaking-sgusting. As I was pulling into my garage the other night, my headlights zoned in on a giant rat scaling the top of our garage wall and disappearing into a hole that could only lead to our attic. Since then we've been hearing a lot of noise above us. We called the exterminators and they're taking care of the situation. They came yesterday and set up some traps... said we'd be hearing them going off... I've only heard one and am now thinking that I just spent a butt load of money to have the professionals come in and kill one rat. I wouldn't be too terribly heartbroken over the loss of money if that were the case. It would be my kind of luck, though.

All in all, I'm deathly afraid of said rats and will not step foot inside of my garage until I have assurance that they (he, she, it?) are gone. I can't believe I'm in this house alone while rats are dying above me. (see how this is coming together?)

On another note, my alone time with Sawyer is going pretty well so far. We took a 3 hour nap together this morning, and he's currently nestled in his crib working on his third nap of the day. Also, when I asked him what he wanted to do with his alone time with mommy, he gave me the biggest, brightest smile and I thought I would die from the cuteness.

that is all.