This morning we had a tentative date to go see some Raptors. We ran some errands and decided to make a loop around the Futenma flight line to kill some time. Normally car rides are sort of relaxing because Mackenzie will sleep, Nathan will just watch out the window and I can just sort of zone out. Except on the WHY days.

And today has been SUCH a why day. Why is that building there? Why is that blue? Why aren’t there any planes flying? Why is everyone in Thailand? Why is this line so long? Why do we have to stop? Why can’t we have Macaroni Grill for lunch? What is that? Why is it there? Why can’t we see the Raptors right now? Where is Jeff? Why is he there? Why is everyone else in Thailand? Why aren’t there any jets flying? Why can’t I go do the simulator? Why is it a school day? Why isn’t it a school day? Why did I have oatmeal for breakfast? Why did you give me kiwi for breakfast? Why didn’t we have lunch? Why are we getting the mail? Why can’t we get the mail somewhere else? Why aren’t we going to the BX? Why didn’t my new airplane underwear come in the mail? (Yay Gap for making some airplane underwear). Why is Mackenzie asleep? Why isn’t she awake? Why do we have to get the oil changed? Why do they do that? Why aren’t they taking the wheels off? Why do they pour that stuff in? Why does it take soooo many bottles of oil? Why dont we have anything to drink? I’ll stop there.

Its days like this I just want to pull my own hair out because The Questions…..they just wont stop. But, other than that its been a good day, and we’re off to go see some Raptors.

***UPDATE*** The questions did not stop in the afternoon. They just. kept. coming. Jeff took us out to the plane (and someone just asked me what a Raptor was the other day, that would be the F-22 for the uninitiated). Why is that ladder there? Why cant I go up there? Why cant I open the canopy? Why can’t I close the canopy? Why cant I sit in it? Why cant I put the wheels up? Who can move that ladder? Who flies this plane? When is it going to fly? Why is Jeff going back to work? Why cant I go to work? When am I going to be a pilot? “Well….I need to stay here to fly.” I then had the pleasure of taking Pouty McGrumperton home and the afternoon just went downhill from there.

I took my ALCOHOLIC beverage outside and chatted with the other mom’s. There was drama with the (power wheel) Jeep which resulted in me telling Nathan about 4 times to Get. Out. Of. The. Jeep. each time getting a little more stern. When that wasn’t working and I was trying to balance Kiki on my hip I figured I had two choices, continue down this path of: NOT WORKING or drag his ass out of that jeep. Oh yes I did. We then hit threat level red: total meltdown. Oye, we went to bed real early last night.

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