March 21, 2016
Okay, I seriously feel like an awful wife right now. I have had this stinkin’ care package sitting in my bedroom for weeks now. This is as far as it has gotten. It started with just the bar of soap, which sat in the box for about three weeks. I just happened to remember the package one day while I was at the commissary and picked up the jerky and Swedish Fish. The box even moved from the ottoman in my room to under the bed when we had friends come visit. It’s back on the ottoman.
Pitiful! J has seen many many pallets of mail come to the ship and not one of those packages was for him. Ugh! I am sorry to say I don’t foresee it being mailed for at least another week either. I hope he will forgive me.
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March 22, 2016
Two of my sweet boys have baseball games today. I can’t be in both places at the same time.
I hate this situation and hate that I have to make a choice.
I decided to have the 13-year-old go to his game with his coach and I would stay with B. He is the baby, after all, and he is the one of the three that struggles with his daddy being gone the most. I know I shouldn’t, but I feel like a bad mom for not being able to do it all.
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I did tell E how much I hate not being able to go to his game and asked him to remember every detail of the evening. His response was, “Every detail of the entire game or every detail of my part of the game.”
Fair enough. I will take the details of just your part of the game, kid. As I write this, I feel like a bad wife again. I am angry because I have to choose whose game I am going to watch, and J can’t see a single game all season long. The struggle is real friends.
Holy crap, I have been a horrible blogger! I can’t believe it has been THREE WEEKS since my last post. The good news is that that means time has been flying by. The bad news is that time has flown by, and I haven’t documented it. I can tell you that since March 1, we have had 35 baseball events of multiple types, field trips times three, volunteer time, projects due, ice cream duty, fundraising events, a change of command, a jog-a-thon, a going-away party, two birthday parties, and several hours of work for me.
It is crazy to write that all out. No wonder I am exhausted by 8 PM and the last thing I want to do is pull the computer out. The highlight of the last few weeks was a visit from J’s very good friend from childhood and his family. The four of them stayed with us for a few days and it was awesome! Like I have said before, friends are a beautiful distraction.