And I am not talking about my old maternity underwear either.
The post I made the other day was done in a moment of weakness, and we all have those I reckon. I don't know how wives in the military do it, especially the ones where husbands deploy overseas and aren't sure if the next time they see their husband it might be in a coffin with a flag draped over it. A sad picture, indeed, but hundreds of thousands of women are going through that right now, and in my moment of weakness I fell into that famous "whoa- is- me" trap again. I failed to see the bright side of the whole situation again. Everything could be a whole heck of a lot worse, and I need to remember that.
So with that being said, I am putting on my big girl britches again. No more tears. No more snottin' and blowin'. No more Miss Whiner Pants. There is a lot to do in the coming days before my husband's departure, and he and the kids need me to be good ol' dependable mommy rock that I have always been. There are some things that need to be done, of course....updating the will, getting power of attorney so I can sign all the papers when we do in fact sell this house! (Do you hear me devil? The house WILL be sold! So...HA!), buying a stack of books for my husband to read to the girls over the webcam, prep and pack his uniforms and clothing for this time, and figure out what all else he may need.
*sigh* I hate this. I really really hate this.