Kurt’s watching last night’s Saturday Night Live, and let me tell you — the guy who does the singing for Gnarls Barkley (and that, my friends, is quite an awesome video) does not look at all like I thought he would. It doesn’t help that he looks like a black entertainer from the 40s or 50s with that huge coif of a hairdo. I wonder if it’s a wig; Wikipedia shows him entirely bald.
You know, I am probably being a party-pooper, but I’m not really a fan of SNL. I watch it because Kurt does, but really, I don’t think it’s funny. Kurt’s over here giggling to himself, but it’s just not my thing. Oh well.
So today has been somewhat of a rotten day. Another stupid argument with Kurt. And you know, not to keep harping on it, but I get exhausted much more easily now that I’m pregnant. I ended up falling asleep on the couch for at least half an hour today, and I could go to bed right now and fall asleep. That’s how tired I am.
Apparently my fellow Twits (or is that “Twit-ees”) are convinced this one is a boy, since I am so tired this time around. I don’t know if I was this tired with Grace or not. Chaos pointed out that I’m now running after a toddler, which could contribute to my exhaustion. I don’t know about that; I don’t do much running after her anymore. I don’t know how the women who have back-to-back kids do it. Grace is pretty much self-sufficient; all I have to do is prepare her meals, wipe her bottom after she uses the restroom, and button her pants back up when she’s done in the bathroom. Everything else she can pretty much do on her own.
I see women on base all the time that are six or seven months pregnant, and they’ve got a one-year-old clinging to their hips. How?? Why???
Well, obviously I know how, but I’m still floored by the “why.” It’s so hard to be a mother under the best of circumstances, but when you’re married to a serviceman, that’s doubly hard. Now you’ve got two kids under the age of three (and sometimes both under the age of two!), and your husband goes away for six months, leaving you to deal with raising the kids and feeding the kids and changing all those diapers and paying all the bills and dealing with the car breaking down and the furnace going south and you’re hundreds if not thousands of miles away from all your friends and family… A lot of women even give birth while their husbands are underway. I saw a promo for the documentary CARRIER starting on 27 April on PBS which showed a sailor watching a video of his girlfriend’s C-section while he was underway, and he bawled because he couldn’t be there. Can you even imagine??
(You really should check out CARRIER. It’s like a documentary and a reality show, mixed up together. You really get a glimpse of real life aboard an aircraft carrier — not just the point of view of it being a warship fulfilling its mission, but also from the point of view of its very human crewmembers. Check your local PBS station for times.)
I would go insane if I had two (or three) tiny ones at home and Kurt were underway all the time. It was hard enough when Kurt left on a six-week deployment when Grace was just ten days old, and when he left for a six-month deployment when she was six months old. He missed her first birthday, but he did manage to call from overseas to help sing “Happy Birthday” to her.
Maybe while Grace is at preschool tomorrow I’ll get a bit of a nap. Oh, who am I kidding?? I’ll probably be Twittering my life away.
Kurt had duty today. Geez, duty is such a joke on shore duty. On a ship, he has to stay on the ship for 24 hours in case something happens. He can’t even leave the ship to grab a pizza or anything. When duty falls on a work day, he ends up working 36 hours straight. He can sleep during that time, but he’s still away from home. Here on shore duty, he goes in for morning colors (raising the flag), he relieves the guy at the front desk while he goes to get lunch and dinner, and then he has to return for evening colors (lowering the flag) and to lock up. In between these times, he comes home and spends the day with us. Today was even easier, as the guy at the front desk had his wife bring him food, so he didn’t even need a relief during meal times.
Not that I’m complaining that duty is so easy here on shore duty. He definitely deserves it what with the awful schedule he had in Washington.
So Kurt figured it’d be good if I took photos of the evening colors ceremony, since we all know I’m not getting out of bed for morning colors. Kurt barely gets out of bed for morning colors; as soon as the flag was up, he came right home and crawled back into bed with me.
Colors was supposed to begin right at sundown, which was 7:22pm tonight. By my calculations, his command was a wee bit early. See, his command has the choice of going with the Naval War College or with the main base. Why there’s a difference, I don’t know. Tonight his command went with the Naval War College. Right around the time that the First Class on duty got the flag off its ropes, the main base started blaring its music that it plays during colors. I think everyone needs to get their watches synchronized, but that’s just me.
When Kurt was on his last ship, colors was much more synchronized. The senior ship in port would decide when to start lowering its flag, and all the other ships in port would follow its lead. That makes perfect sense to me! Just imagine the beauty of five or six flags all coming down in unison.
I also managed to get some gorgeous shots of the sunset, especially of the Pell Bridge linking Newport to Jamestown. Isn’t this just stunning?
(The photos of colors and the rest of the sunset photos can be seen HERE.)