April 1, 2016
I drove the boys to Phoenix for spring training. I was torn on whether or not this was something that I wanted to do. Multiple baseball games in the heat when my kids aren’t even playing isn’t exactly my first choice of a vacation.
The decision was made when my girlfriend said to me, “You know, this might be the last time you are able to do this. You may not live here next year. Oh yeah, and this might be the last time you have a chance to vacation with these people.”
We went with three other families: one other Navy family and two civilian families that we know through baseball. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!! We stayed at the JW Marriott, which gives an awesome military rate and has amazing amenities for kids. (The cocktails weren’t too shabby either.) We saw two great baseball games for super cheap in two different stadiums. We spent all of the rest of our time at the pool, hot tub, and lazy river. We also went to Easter brunch, all 17 of us! I felt like I was right back in Corpus Christi.
If you are in Phoenix, don’t miss Rustler’s Rooste! It’s an experience with an amazing view. They even have a longhorn on property! There was only one bummer about the whole trip. When I got home, I missed my kids. Silly, right? They were so busy with their friends the whole time we were gone, I hardly saw them. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change a thing. They had tons of kid time and I got to hang out with friends. However, I made sure we stayed in the next night and got plenty of snuggles on the couch.
April 3, 2016
Today was my turn to cry. I felt just like B: my tears came out of nowhere. I hadn’t cried up to this point. Week six was it. It was Sunday morning. I had made the boys and I a nice big breakfast. I sat down to the table and felt the tears welling up. I made the conscious decision to let them flow.
It is okay for my boys to see that I get sad sometimes too.
In fact, I think it is healthy. They were totally shocked and didn’t know how to react. They were so sweet though. I excused myself from the table and when I came back, they all gave me a big hug. So the day goes on. Normal day. I am now in the cereal aisle of the commissary and the tears come right back up. Never judge a crying lady in the commissary! I am thinking to myself, “Really, in the cereal aisle? What is wrong with you?”
I just missed my husband.
I missed him all day.
The boys wanted to go to the beach that afternoon. I really just wanted to curl up on the couch. They convinced me to go and they were spot on. Two of my Navy girlfriends were there and they provided just the support I needed. These are the same ladies that left a six-pack on my doorstep six weeks prior. Seriously, I love my Navy girlfriends!
Several themes continue to ring true in these blog posts. Distraction during deployment is a very good thing. Friends are the best medicine. It’s okay to be sad. Oh yeah, and I still haven’t used the paper plates or sent the care package…