Soldier has training for 5 days, so I'm riding solo. There was a small part of me that thought this could be good--I'd get time for artsy stuff, crazy clean the apartment, make some recipes he might not be too fond of, and have lots of Laura time. But the bigger part of me was kind of freaked out--five full days spent alone with not a whole lot to do. I hadn't been feeling great before I went to LA, and I almost feel like it got worse coming back...I had the chance to stay in a place that I love, soaking up the sunshine, but desperately wanted to get back to Soldier. I really missed him after a week. Except that I came back to the rain and lack of nightlife (or much life at all). I haven't exactly been the ideal wife lately.
Aaaanywaaay, he has training this week. We'd decided I wouldn't join; with the money I'd spent in LA I didn't want to spend more, and he said he'd rather we go on vacay than when he had to work. So, cue me riding solo. And...here we go!
Day 1
I sent Soldier off early this AM and promptly crawled back into bed, kiiind of waking up when he let me know he made it safe and sound. I started getting ready for some errands when I got a phone call: I have a job! YAAAY. It's seasonal tourism, which is precisely what I wanted, and I'm super excited for the opportunity.
Soldier started his training and texted me sporadically (which, honestly, drives me nuts...I think about him all the time when we're not together; I hate that he doesn't).
I didn't do much.
Uh, that about covers it for today. It's pushing midnight and I really hate the prospect of sleeping alone. Alright, I know I was doing that when I was in LA, but it's different being in my own bed alone, plus when I was there I had close people in the house.
So it was kind of a lazy day. It was pretty good.
Day 2
I got my shit together today. Coconut oil hair mask, Save the Dates all printed, letter addressing stencil made (I'm not great with straight lines and I don't want things to look tragically shoddy), cleaning begun. We have an extra room that Soldier keeps trying to turn into a junk room, which I keep fighting. I decided that was a good place to start.
Let me paint a picture for you...
First off, Soldier's closet is in the extra room. He was sweet enough to give me the big closet even though I offered to split it. What a guy! But it's kind of good. I picked up a pile of the clothes he washed...while I was in LA...from the floor. I replaced an olio of tools to a big tub...from the floor. I also broke down all the boxes we're hanging onto for the next bonfire. Also on the floor, of course. I cleaned up the sewing desk (have I mentioned Soldier is a phenomenal seamst...er? He made me a giraffe fabric onesie using a zip up and jeans for a pattern), organized his closet a bit, and straightened some other odds and ends.
Let's just say he's not as anal retentive as I am.
Then I moved on to the bathroom.
Alright, this post isn't just to document every detail of my cleaning. But do you ever get to deep clean and just become astonished at how dusty and dirty things become, and how quickly they get that way? It's actually kind of fascinating. But also super bothersome. I do kind of like the process of the cleansing though; it's a satisfying end point.
So, I'm calling it a good start on solo productivity.
Day 3
I got a start today with a bit of a misty jog, because this is the weather in Juneau 99.8% of the time:
Actually, though, it was nice. Before all this mess with my immune system and knees, I really enjoyed jogging. I'm glad to get back into it, though it will take me a bit to get off the easy, flat trails. Plus, my knee braces arrived this afternoon so my life is so provocative that I'm excited to try them. Cause, guys, this is my life. Uh, right. Decent start back into jogging. Or yogging...the j might be silent.
TRANSITION!!!
There are few chores that I actively dislike. Dusting (allergies; I know it's counterproductive), ironing, and cleaning the oven.
Oh. Lawd. Soldier just texted to tell me he's going to bed and said "have a wonderful sleep my wife." ALL THE FEELS. I really, really, really like hearing him call me his wife. Or reading.
Ugh. Alright. Oven. So I decided I'd take on the oven today. Because I want the apartment to be ridiculously clean when my husband comes home because, DAMN IT, I really love him! And you all already know it and I apologize for the excessive emotion, he's just not romantic very much. And maybe him saying that isn't overly romantic, but it makes me all googly eyed...more than usual. Leave me alone.
I decided to try some Pinterest tips, mostly with baking soda. So I took out the oven racks and followed the directions with the soda and vinegar, but it didn't really get clean, so I repeated with hot water and dish soap. Which I think may have been a bad decision, because some of the shiny stuff came off. (It's not a varnish, I don't know what to call it.) AND THAT SHIT IS STILL NOT ENTIRELY CLEAN.
That's why I hate cleaning the oven...it never seems to get clean. WHYYYY.
We'll find out tomorrow if the actual oven worked better, it said it needs at least 12 hours. Dear God I hope it worked better. Oven racks are one thing, but if the actual oven gets all messed up...oh noes.
Then I did some ironing. Because I hate myself.
Then I started to hate myself a bit and get pouty and miss Soldier a lot. Which makes his text even better. And n'night, chickadees.
Oh! And...shit. I forget. Welp if I remember I'll let you know. You know I will!
Got it. I saw a robin on my jog today; I like to think it was a little bit of the Mitten coming to visit me. All of my MI friends and natives, I miss you lots and lots, and it definitely put a big smile on my face.
Day 4
I actually did something, guys! Albeit not what I was expecting.
I completed the daily cleaning spree with some time to return to my Psych binge. I had plans with a friend for dinner and drinks. She had a volleyball game and I met her out there for what should have been a quick competition. Two and a half freaking hours later it was finished. Two and a half hours. Of watching overweight, grown ass adults acting like they were competing for the world championship while my ass grew numb sitting on the gym floor. Not my cup of tea.
So we finally went out to eat and have a couple drinks. They have some damn good crab cakes up here. But I ate a bunch of fried food, which I don't normally eat, so that wasn't a fantastic idea. It was a nice trip out, and we made plans to go dancing this weekend. Dancing, guys! I miss those crazy nights!
Day 5
Soldier gets home today. I'm on a good streak with jogging; I'm happy I've had the motivation to get out there consistently. I finished my epic cleaning and Soldier should be home any time now. I made it!
Three cheers for me and think shenanigan-like thoughts for this weekend!
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