Recently I said that I had a mental block on 99% of the things I learned in the military. I tend to confuse this with that and all my acronyms are a jumble in my mind. It must be something like pregnancy amnesia because just like the biological projects (our desire to produce more small humans is a topic for another time), I keep thinking that going back couldn’t be all THAT bad… And yet, I think I remember telling myself that being pregnant sucked and that I’d be insane if we had more kids. Just like the time that I was chomping at the bit while waiting in line at CPAC to return all my junk.

God, I hope I used the right acronym. Like I said… forgetful.

Anyhoo, that’s what I was posting about. The forgetful thing. Mr. H will call home from work on occasion to tell me when to expect him. Ever since he started back up with the full time Army shenanigans and stuff, he’s started back up with the 24 hour time. Mr. H will tell me, “Hey hon, I’ll probably be home at 1800 or 1830 tonight,” and where understanding used to come automatically, I now have to mentally count on my fingers, “Okay… 12, 13, 14…OH! Oh yeah, that means 6:00pm or 6:30pm, got it.”

And yet the swearing continues. As I’m speaking with other parents and seeing the horrified expressions on their faces, I realize I don’t seem to be capable of unlearning that new skill.