6 weeks.

I spoke to my husband tonight through his ipod touch. Ain't technology the best? He was at a Casino in Antofagasta, Chile. What was he doing there in the casino? Losing eight bucks. He's not big on gambling, thank the Lord for that.

I think I might actually want to go to a casino too if I had to stay in the accommodations that he has been in. The Chilean Air base has him rooming in with another person. I think they are more interested in saving money than their airmen's privacy. So when in Rome....
The rooms don't have tvs in them, and they do not even have a single clock. The beds are about the size of a twin, and are pretty dated. They have wood slats in them that support the mattress. On each of his trips to Antofagasta, he has fallen through the bed. I'm so not kidding. Dh has been bored a lot. Especially since they are closing the base early due to personnel being out on leave. It's the summer time still, and people take vacation right about now, when the weather is the best.



Dh returns home to Santiago tomorrow. I'm glad. His mother is coming for a visit and should be arriving on Monday. She will be staying for 6 weeks. And when she leaves, he is heading here to Tucson for a conference. Yay! I'm so excited, the kids are going to be so excited. They ask for their daddy every single day. I feel bad for them, and I know it's hard on them. But they will see him soon.

So, in 6 short weeks, we will be together again. This is a good thing. A very good thing! :)

a little bit of blah blah blah......

Blah. Blahblah. And the kids are leaving quite early tomorrow morning. Their flight out is at 8:50 am, and the wench conveniently arranged for them to have to leave out of Phoenix. Whatever. I guess I will never really know the method behind her psychotic patterns of thought. Blah.

That means that dh and the big kids need to be up at 4 or so just to get on the road to avoid any traffic he might hit during morning rush hour. Between Tucson and Phoenix, apparently there is a bit of that. More blah.

The kids wouldn't go to sleep. Gee, now there is a bit of news for ya. Amazing. They sense impending change. They are geniuses. And pushy little ones at that. Eddie told me to shut up today. That's some serious BLAH! I couldn't believe I heard it. But then again, I actually said something like it earlier. So I shouldn't be so shocked. Guess I need to tone my own mouth down a notch.

So. I'm tired, I've repacked the kids suitcase because they did a less than splendor job. Which means that they didn't fit all their clothes into it. And since I am the packing bomb...... I redid it. And Voila! It fits. I so rock!

Will my mouth ever go back to normal? That't the biggest blah for the day. My mouth doesn't hurt, yet my teeth feel like I've just had my braces adjusted or are in a bit of a tight squeeze (best I can describe it) and my chin and lower lip are still more numb than I'm comfortable with. I still don't feel any pain from where the wisdom teeth were removed. So. On that note, I think I am going to go to bed.

This place we call home....

The kiddos, minus Alyssa. She was too busy having a tantrum yesterday.


The white Dodge Caliber is our rental!


Not exactly sure what they are doing here.



And excuse the overcrowding of messy hair atop Eddie's head. We are waiting to cut it until just before we leave. He's getting a little crazy up there. lol~


These are from yesterday's little drive with the kids. These images are exactly what you could see on any scenic drive throughout the city. I was supposed to go on this little outing too. In my head, I thought it would be nice to go. In reality, I still feel a little like I'd rather be laying down a little. My face is still swollen and puffy. The worst of the symptoms as I have newly researched, is the numbness. As the dentist tells me, it should go away within days. I have found support groups online, they tell a different story. Some say that the nerve damage (from slight bruising to all out cut nerves) can last anywhere from a few weeks up to a year. That is, if you are going to make a full recovery and heal at all. Peachy. Just peachy.

I'm trying to decide if the numbness is getting better or not. Hard to say when it's only been 48 hours. I think it is. But it's still not back to normal. I guess I just play that waiting game now.

So. Here I am wide awake at 6:25 a.m. Alexa felt the need to crawl into bed with us last night so that she could hold my hair. It's a lovely endearing quality. Doesn't make sleeping very nice. But I let her stay. These beds aren't very big. I can't tell you how ready I am to have our own house back. And for the kids to have their own rooms again. They desperately need to go to their own rooms and go to bed on time, and stay there! They think this is an all night party or something. This sleeping on the pull out couch has made them turn into slumber party animals. They think it's the fun zone and literally do not go to sleep until they are just plain ole wore out. It's aggravating. This goes on every night. Maybe sleeping in a hotel does that to you. Or them.

OK, the official count as of right now the time of this posting:

6 days 7 hours 37 minutes until we board the plane!