As I begin writing this I realize I do not know what day of the week it is... hmmm. I THINK it's Thursday, but maybe I could be wrong and it's Friday; which would be much better.
Just checked my phone, it's only Thursday. Bummer.
When Matt's gone for more than a week I find that I kind of go on auto-pilot. I do not count down the days therefore I hardly ever know what day it is... I take that back. This time of year I seem to ALWAYS know when it's Saturday because I love me some college football.
Other than that I have been trying to fill in the time with Colt, cleaning and articles. I've been writing and submitting about two articles a day... I don't make much off of them, but hey, it's fun, it wastes time and what little I do make goes straight into savings.
See how bored I am? Even THIS is boring. Let me try to shake things up a bit:
I was cooking today and using the oven, which I don't want Colt around, so I kept the back door open and let Colt just kind of play in the backyard/concrete porch sided by dirt. I was rummaging around and really trying to nail this new recipe for Matt and I to try and all the while Colt stayed outside, away from the scary oven.
Really into cooking the recipe right I checked on my son a little too infrequently... one second he was using his broom and cleaning the backyard/porch and the next thing I know he's bringing rocks to me. Not a big deal, he was digging through the dirt to find them and was a bit dirty, but it wasn't anything to stress out about.
Next thing I know I hear something like rain falling and I turn to look outside and see that Colt is sitting in a pile of dirt he has taken from the "garden" - he was systematically throwing handfuls of dirt up and over his head and trying to bury himself (like at the beach).
I run out there and right into two handfuls of dirt... Shaking myself off I can see that it's in his hair, all over his snotty face, arms, legs, it's in his diaper and caked on his feet. He looks at me, smiles, and continues to plunge his chubby little arms and hands into our "garden" to grab more dirt and throw it over his head.
Naturally, I'm really frustrated. Do I tell him no? He's a boy for crying out loud! So while I stand there in dismay I realize that if Matt were here he would be cracking up.... and so I smile.
The End.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Getting Ready for Another Underway
Well, my husband leaves again tomorrow for 13 days. Last time it was for 21 days, so this is better, but still daunting. He's been working a lot and my son barely gets to see him. When he does he lights up and suddenly has enough energy for 3 toddlers... it's really cute.
I look at these mini-deployments as a way to prepare for the big one in March of 2012. He will leave for 6 months at that time. Basically Colt and I just get into a routine and I wish the time away... at least that's how I handle it now. I am hoping it will be that "easy" when he is gone for a long time.
This is supposed to be his last deployment until March, but with the Navy things are always changing; I'm not holding my breath. At least we have the dates he has off for Christmas. We've already booked our flights to go back to my hometown of Tulsa, OK and even though it's months away I am really excited.
I have to admit, 13 days is not a long time. But that doesn't make it any less lonely. Yes, I have a wonderful son to keep me company, but at night it just feels so empty once Colt goes to bed. Watching TV by myself and laughing out loud all alone is kind of depressing... if something is funny to me I can also imagine it being funny to Matt.
The upside to this military life is that Matt and I have garnered a deeper appreciation for one another. It was always there, but now, with all of his absences, it is as though we are in love the way we were back in the beginning. We cherish our time together and make sure we get everything out of it we possibly can. Life no longer passes in the blink of an eye and we constantly have really good, deep conversations. He's always been my best friend, but now he is better than the best to me... I do not take him or our precious time together for granted, that's for sure.
Would I like to have a normal 9 to 5 job for him that guarantees he sees Colt every day and every night? Would I like to know when he's coming home and that I can EXPECT what a normal day would feel like? You betcha. But honestly, I am proud of my husband and I would not change our new lifestyle for anything. This is us now, and it works.
I look at these mini-deployments as a way to prepare for the big one in March of 2012. He will leave for 6 months at that time. Basically Colt and I just get into a routine and I wish the time away... at least that's how I handle it now. I am hoping it will be that "easy" when he is gone for a long time.
This is supposed to be his last deployment until March, but with the Navy things are always changing; I'm not holding my breath. At least we have the dates he has off for Christmas. We've already booked our flights to go back to my hometown of Tulsa, OK and even though it's months away I am really excited.
I have to admit, 13 days is not a long time. But that doesn't make it any less lonely. Yes, I have a wonderful son to keep me company, but at night it just feels so empty once Colt goes to bed. Watching TV by myself and laughing out loud all alone is kind of depressing... if something is funny to me I can also imagine it being funny to Matt.
The upside to this military life is that Matt and I have garnered a deeper appreciation for one another. It was always there, but now, with all of his absences, it is as though we are in love the way we were back in the beginning. We cherish our time together and make sure we get everything out of it we possibly can. Life no longer passes in the blink of an eye and we constantly have really good, deep conversations. He's always been my best friend, but now he is better than the best to me... I do not take him or our precious time together for granted, that's for sure.
Would I like to have a normal 9 to 5 job for him that guarantees he sees Colt every day and every night? Would I like to know when he's coming home and that I can EXPECT what a normal day would feel like? You betcha. But honestly, I am proud of my husband and I would not change our new lifestyle for anything. This is us now, and it works.
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