Nov 252009
 

Thanksgiving. A time to look back and reflect on what we’re thankful for. This year, that is a bit of a challenge, but I’m going to try.

I am thankful, that even though my husband can’t be here, that I have a great marriage. One strong enough to handle this and any other deployments that come our way. Having the kind of security we have is something that only comes with time, and alot of couples aren’t as lucky as we are. They are still learning to be married (it doesn’t come with instructions) at the same time they are learning to deal with the Army, and deployment.

I’m thankful that my kids are old enough to understand everything that comes with Hunny’s job. It makes dealing with everything so much easier. They understand his job comes first, and that he can’t always be there for the concerts and plays, birthdays and first dates. And they never complain.

I’m thankful to have company this week. It makes the time pass faster.

I’m most thankful for my Husband. He’s stood by me through thick and thin. He’s always worked his ass off at any job he could find to take care of us. He joined the Army to partly give us a better life, but he also enlisted to fight for our country, because he felt it was right after we were attacked, knowing full well the sacrifices he’d be asked to make, and trusting me to be able to handle things at home. 

It’s a brave act to put that kind of faith in your spouse, while putting your life on the line at the same time. So I’m thankful he has that kind of faith in me, even if I don’t always have it in myself.

I’m thankful that next year, he’ll be here with us.

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Nov 242009
 

I have company this week, so blog updates will be limited. And no matter what anyone says, I did not get us lost on the way from the airport:P

129 days down! and more scrap pages done too.

 

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Nov 202009
 

No, I’m not talking about the environment either. I hesitated writing about my day today. I didn’t want to complain, or whine. However I realized, that if I hide all the bad days, I’d be lying by omission about the deployment.

One of my favorite lines in Tombstone was delivered by Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday, when Wyatt Earp proved he could resist the actress, Josie in the saloon. Doc’s response was “I stand corrected Wyatt. You’re an oak”. Funny thing about Oaks, and any tree really. But we’ll stick with oak for now. They can handle almost anything without breaking. Why? Because they are strong enough to bend.

While I may post about how I strive to stay positive, to not break under the strain of this deployment, what I haven’t admitted was that sometimes when the Lose Weight Exercise of responsibility gets to me, I do bend. Sometimes you just have to to keep from breaking. Today was one of those days.

First, My cell phone alerts me that I have a text message. So i look, and it was from Hunny on facebook. Unfortunately, it was from 5am. Two Hours earlier. I missed him. I figured no big deal, I’ve heard from him pretty regularly the last week and a half, he’d be back. Only, by 11am, he wasn’t. That’s pretty much when he goes to bed, being 12 and a half hours ahead of me.  By now, the irritation from facebook being so slow to send the alert has boiled into anger. You see every time he’s gotten online the last week, I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to fall. For that next day to start the week I won’t hear from him again, or two weeks, I never know.

I try to distract myself, I check my bank balance to see how things are set for my cousin’s visit next week. I realize I forgot about a couple things. Second time this week. The one week I don’t have a nice concise list of what gets paid to who. This isn’t an extra responsibility, I’ve been doing it our entire marriage. And usually I’m pretty good at it. Not this week. Up goes my irritability level.

At this point the dog uses the kitchen floor as his toilet, my head is aching again, with the headache that just keeps coming back this week, and I finally just loseWeight Exercise it. That didn’t help my headache in the least. It doesn’t seem like much does it? That is what makes it so frustrating when it happens. It’s a bunch of little stuff. And you aren’t supposed to sweat the little stuff. But here I sat having a meltdown over it.

I realize, of course that it is going to happen. But I still catch myself feeling ashamed. Because I’m Miss Suzy Sunshine that is going to radiate light and cheer right? I wish. I no longer will hide the bad and only blog the good. It’s unfair to me to censor myself in my own blog, and unfair to other wives going through this that see nothing but positive, when they aren’t experiencing that. \

The fact is there are alot of days that suck.  We spouses are very proud of our husbands, nothing ever lessens that. But we also go through alot more than you see from the outside. Alot more than you can really understand unless you live it. And we understand that really, noone gets that but us, and our husbands. We say goodbye to our best friend and love of our life, and that same day come home, and place ALL of the household responsibility squarely on our shoulders. The kids, the driving, the bills, the pets, every meal, every car problem, every broken pipe or leaky radiator that might come along in their absence.

We are the ones expected to stay strong, for our families back home, our husbands overseas, and our kids, who we do our best to keep a stiff upper lip in front of. And all of that, is in addition to the worry, and in addition to the loneliness that invades every space that he would normally be in. But sometimes all the little things build up, and that ONE person that you would normally have beside you to make it all ok, can’t be there. And that’s when it hurts the most.

But that’s also when I realize, I am an oak. I didn’t break, I had the strength to bend, and stand back up. And, that’s when my yahoo messenger lit up.  That’s when I smile, and thank God the other shoe hadn’t fallen afterall. And I get a little time with Hunny. And I enjoy every minute of it, because I never know when the next time will come, it could be tomorrow, it could be next week. It could be a month. That’s when all those little things that had just seemed so huge, disappear and for a little  while, it’s just us.

For my part, I intend to blog as I swore I would. The good, and the bad. For your parts…Hug a military wife, or buy her Liquor. She’ll appreciate either one! I’ll take a Jack Daniels and Coke with a maraschino cherry please.

Nov 182009
 

I received a letter from the Hubby on Monday. In it he casually mentions he was awarded a medal. I dragged the story out of him today, but I’m not sharing it. He wouldn’t want me to, that’s just how he is. As far as he’s concerned, he has a job to do, and he’s doing it. And really, it’s his story to tell not mine. I’m pretty sure it bothers him when I gush too. So I try not to. But it’s hard.

To other people, he’d be considered a hero just because of his job alone. Because he volunteered to wear the uniform. And he is to me too. But he was my hero long before he ever raised his right hand.

He was my hero when…

  • A mean boy at the mall broke the balloon he had gotten for me, and Hubby (then boyfriend) walked over to him, and quietly convinced him it was in his best interest to go get me another one.
  • A guy insulted me, and he walked over and punched him in the face.
  • He worked any crappy job he could get his hands on to keep us taken care of.
  • When I told him I was pregnant and he stayed completely calm and said "ok"
  • He said "I do"
  • He held my hand as I delivered both of our daughters.
  • He drove me to Maryland for my Dad’s funeral and sat and listened while I tried to figure out the confusion in my head of trying to understand why it hurt so much to loseWeight Exercise someone that was never there.
  • He did all of the work with our first daughter, because I had no idea what to do with a baby, having never been around one, and being too self conscious to try.
  • He showed me how to change a diaper, give her a bath, and dress her, without once mocking me.
  • He took the position of standing between me, and a charging moose.
  • He puts up with all my craziness.
  • He’s just being himself
  • He makes me laugh in the middle of being mad at him

I can’t give him a medal for all of that, and more. But I wish I could. And I wish he wasn’t so humble, and would realize that in his job or at home, He really is a hero. And I’ve always been and always will be so proud to be called his wife. So if I gush when the Army recognizes his valor, his honor, and his work ethic, it’s not because I am bragging on him. It’s because it makes me damned happy to see someone else recognize what a good man he is. If I try to tell him he just rolls his eyes. But if THEY do, he has to wear it.  And though it drives me nuts that he doesn’t like the praise, that he actually said "I was just doing my job, I didn’t ask for a damned medal" That makes me proud too.

Is it any wonder I feel like half of me is gone? And clearly, it’s the better half.