Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Because I "needed" him today.

So, today is the first day I truly, really, no freaking joke, needed my husband home. See I have been dealing with a torn tendon that is seperating from the bone, k enough complaining about that. So when my battle buddy "J" told me to go to discount tire last night when I told her my low tire pressure light was on, and I scoffed at it. Stating that my brand new car's tire pressure light came on all the time. No big deal. So, I did some homework last night, and I went to bed somewhere around midnight and got up for work around 5:30. I left my apt, excited for the day, we're closing on our house tomorrow.:-) I get to my car, and what do I see!?!?!? A flat flipping tire!!! Not a kinda flat, drive to the nearest gas station, put some damn air in it, but flat, you're gonna get dirty, change the tire, princess rule quickly going out the window. So I say to myself, self, your a strong woman, you've been through so much already, you can do this!! So I get everything out, loosen lug nuts (by the way, they are super easy if you jump on the tire iron), get the jack out, set it up, and then try to turn the damn thing. Well, that's just great, I can not get the leverage to turn it!!! So I call my neighbor, after feveroushly trying to do it my damn self, but fail. THANKFULLY, my neighbor, came over and twisted it and jacked the damn car up. I put on the spare, drove to discount, got tire changed, blah, blah, blah. Mind you discount was quicker than me writing this blog on my iPhone. But the real issue here, is no matter how independent you are, no matter if you are willing to change that tire, pack that house & move by yourself, no matter if you can raise 4 kids by yourself during deployment, sometimes (dammit) you need the strength of your soldier. I just hope everyone else is as fortunate as I, and has a strong neighbor to help while I am injured. Off to a better day!! And nothing can spoil it, because I am closing on my house tomorrow!!!

1 comment:

Warriorswife said...

No matter what, there is always that strength needed from them, whether it comes from that hug, that arm around the waist, or that chest to fall asleep on at night that makes everything shitty just seem acceptable because they are there with us. The insurmountable becomes doable with your partner in crime back from the crap box.