Bad Day 71--What do I do now?

I am in the house alone with The Dog. That hasn't happened to me in years--over 16 I think, but I can get used to it. The children all had activities tonight, but I didn't have to drive them! I love that Child 1 can and wants to drive. I had time to do the dishes, pay all the bills, and decipher the extremely complicated picture day forms for Child 1 and Child 2. Building a rocket ship couldn't be as complicated as figuring out this form. But the house is quiet, so I had time to do it without being interrupted by people who can't find the bread, or need a permission slip signed, or want their sister to stop looking at them. But now that everything is done, I don't have any chores left, so I'm blogging and going to bed early. I seriously could get used to this.

I must really miss Husband because I had Korean food for lunch on purpose. You should know that Husband is not of Korean descent, but he might as well be. He speaks fluent Korean. He even taught Korean for years. And nobody who is not Korean speaks fluent Korean because it is the hardest language in the world. I'm not exaggerating! Look it up. See? I so told you. So because Husband loves Korea so much, we keep moving there. I have lived in Korea three times since we've been married and for the first 10 years of our marriage, every time we went out to dinner, Husband would pick a Korean restaurant. Now, Korean food is delicious, but not if you have it all the time. And I mean all. the. time. Anniversary? Bulgogi. Promotion? Kalbi. Friends visiting from out of town? Japchae. So when it was my turn, I would choose steak, or Thai, or Italian, or anything but Korean because why pick Korean when the next time we went out guess what we were going to eat?



Even when we lived in China, we spent a lot of time looking for an authentic Korean restaurant, which they have in abundance and is totally ironic because guess what they do not have in Korea? Authentic Chinese. We were so desperate for real Chinese food that we asked the Chinese Embassy where they got good food and they said they all brought chefs with them from China. Bummer. But we just lived in Korea for our last post and we ate Korean food a lot, because that would be what they do best and why would I want to eat more Korean food now when we just had it every single day for two years?

Now, I have mentioned that they have these lovely things called food trucks that drive up to my office building and deliver delicious hot food of all types and it is the best modern invention. The Hawaiian truck is my favorite, but it doesn't come around very often. Monday I had Thai food. Today, I almost got a kebab, but I saw the Korean truck and I just couldn't help myself. I got chicken japchae and I ate it and I cried because I miss Husband and that is his favorite truck. I'm not sure why because the Hawaiian one is WAY better, but it's his taste buds. And it was delicious, and I totally thought of him with every bite. Husband says that he also cries and thinks of me when he eats in Afghanistan, but that is because the food at his base is really, really awful and he misses my cooking. (And maybe a little because he loves me? Feel free to chime in, Husband!)

This former submarine commander is having a worse day than me. He was discharged from the Navy for faking his death to avoid breaking up with his mistress. Not only did he cheat on his wife and lied about it, he was too cowardly to face the girlfriend and tell her it was over, so he set up a fake e-mail account and wrote her that he had died. Cowardice and lying are both very bad things and the Navy agrees with me because they fired him. So thank you, Mr. Ward, for reminding me to be grateful that I never have to break up with anyone ever again, and even when I did, I never faked my own death.

Door slam. Children are home. Blissful, peaceful interlude is over. Sigh.