#127

I had every intention of continuing my little story from last night. But I am emotionally exhausted. And physically tired.

Last week, a friend of mine, who happens to be married to a pretty high ranking officer, told me about a marraige retreat this weekend. I have been wanting to go on one for a super long time, and have been asking J's command and the chaplains if we could go on one.

Well, I got the information, pestered my husband, and had him ask his command. On Sunday, I told the chapain in charge of the retreat that I wanted him to put our names on the list. Jacob got the paperwork signed, and went to turn it in today.

And he was told all the slots had been filled.

So yeah, i was super upset. #1, Hi, I asked to be put on the list on SUNDAY, and you gave me the impression that had been done. #2, I have, for real, been bugging people about going on a marraige retreat for close to a year now. #3, this is our last chance to go, since we are leaving in less than a month. #4, why am I even surprised? Things just have a way of not working out for me. Doesn't change the fact that it hurts me when things screw up.

Good night.