Officer, nongentleman and a sale

My only real time to write anything is right now. I have been so completely overwhelmed, the truth is I don't know where to begin. Do I begin with my Officer or do I  begin with my ex and his ... whatever or do I begin with the Garage Sale... I don't know... It's all so much...

Ok, let's start with my favorite topic: My kids, currently you'd swear that there was something hilarious going on, when the reality is my kids are just laughing up a storm and making me laugh right along with them, it's hilarious to see them laugh and know that they are best friends, I am grateful for them having each other, I hope they are always best friends, just as they will always be the most pitted rivals... like my brother and I used to be, before the miles of distance made it become phonecalls as often as possible. I miss him dearly. But the kids have the biggest laughs and squeals (which btw when you have a concussion from reaching for something too high and it hitting you in the head, does tend to hurt), but I'd rather have them laugh then scream. :)

My hopeso Luv and I talked for an hour and a half after I hurt myself and he made me promise that if I didn't feel better today, I would go to the doctor. I feel fine, except for the minor headache that I can control with a little advil. So no worries there. I listened to him talk about his deployment and wished with all my heart he wasn't getting deployed so soon. I don't care that if the entire world went to war right now, I'd readily go instead of him, but I have no choice, I get a few days with him, then he's gone... off to war, off to a place where I won't wake up to "Hey Babe, it's morning and you are sleeping but I'm thinking of you." on my phone... such a sweet man, my man, I hope.

messaging my ex yesterday I was told that I couldn't sell some things but that others are fine to pay for the Vet bills. I have no idea what kind of idiot my ex thinks I am, but what he says I can't sell would cover the vet bills easily and what I can won't. I did point out that he also promised to pay for Chias's food (of which I've bought 2 bags since our breakup and he hasn't) and how he promised to babysit. When he doubted it, I mentioned the letter I have that he wrote me and he backtracked saying it might be possible but who the hell knows when. I made it clear, that if he wants me out of here in less than a month and a half instead of the two and a half that I had planned, without help, it won't be done. As it is, I'm not even sure Chias can travel on the train (70lbs limit on dogs with their carriers, plus an overnight stay in winnipeg) not counting my kids and all that. Geez... anyways, I still don't know if I'll go to manitoba for that month or not, we will see I suppose.

Garage sale is tomorrow and currently, you'd swear that I have had an H-bomb detonate in my house. Boxes everywhere, half full and some overloaded with books and clothes and other such nonesensities... But I would almost rather take a train to Ottawa than a plane, simply because I could keep my trunk and pack it. I think I shall keep my trunk anyways, then if I cant take it, I'll simply sell it later. I do love that thing.

Well, I need to go but I promise more later, when I have the time and inclination. Right now, there is coffee calling my name and a million and three chores to be done by tonight.

Love Leah