While the cat's away...

...the mice will clean. Wait, CLEAN?!? Yep, clean.

As anyone who knew me in real life during our last deployment will tell you, my house was about spotless while MacGyver was gone. Granted, my children were much smaller (therefore, they made smaller messes) but the main reason was that I had only 2 small people to keep up after. With MacGyver home, I am outnumbered 3 to 1 and, while I am good, I am not THAT good. I fight a constant battle at the door to the garage - keeping the things that belong in the garage IN the garage, not to mention staying on my children to clean up their messes (I swear, they are Hansel and Gretl - you can tell what they've been doing all day long based on the piles of stuff strewn about the house and yard).

So, while MacGyver was on a camping trip with The Boy, I took advantage of his absence (and, therefore, an absence of any discernible bedtime for Yours Truly) to tackle the garage (the 1/2 that does not contain the workbench and the Army Gear), the bathrooms, the junk drawer, our bedroom, and the kitchen. And the living room. Needless to say, they were immaculate for about 2 days. And for 2 days, my OCD was at peace.

While some wives like to plop down in front of the television and watch Lifetime all day long or indulge in a glass of wine (or 5) while their husbands are gone, my silly OCD self likes to indulge in the smell of mildew and soap scum remover, big black trash bags, and the vacuum cleaner. I know, I'm odd. But I love it!

In other news, it looks like I will be missing the MilBlogging conference for the first time in 6 years. I am so very, very disappointed. I was hoping to be able to go visit my mom (she broke her hip about a month ago), visit my brother-in-law and his wife, and hit the conference but ticket prices are ridiculous and even if I could sell a kidney and pay for the ticket, I'm not sure that MacGyver can take leave so that I can go. It's still a month away but it's not looking promising. And here I was hoping to be on the same flight as Chuck. Bummer.

We're still waiting on the final word regarding MacGyver's Army career. His elimination packet is up at Human Resources Command and it will go before an HR board for their say. Assuming they follow suit and recommend the discharge (honorable! woohoo!!!) then it will work its way through a few more small hoops and then he'll start to outprocess. Right now he's looking for an AGR slot so anyone with any connections in the Guard world (specifically, aviation and, more specifically, Chinooks), feel free to drop me a note if you can offer help of any kind in this area. The less downtime between Big Army and a Guard position, the better off our family will be.

Barring that, the contractor world is our next level of interest. Although, right now, the contractor world is pretty tight. Hopefully by the time Big Army gets its poop in one sock, the federal government will have a budget in place and things will loosen up. We'll see.

That's really about it for us. Fun and excitement all the time over here!


- hfs


Pogue said...

I guess I shouldn't mention my toolbox in the living room. (walks away whistling...)

Homefront Six said...

When MacGyver and I were first dating, I lived with a 50cc Yamaha motorcycle engine in both my bathtub and on the lounge chair in my living room for weeks (it moved back and forth between the two, depending on whether I needed to bathe. Or sit.).

I think it also depends on the toolbox. Is it a really nice one like some of the newer Craftsman ones? Is it stainless steel? Wood?

And it also depends on how much space you have OUTSIDE for said toolbox. Currently, MacGyver has a 400 sf 2-car garage in addition to the "office" (aka computer parts storage room) upstairs (an additional 150 sf and yet this stuff STILL creeps into the living spaces of my house.

It's a constant battle.


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