I scored on the Father's Day Gift.
Besides the traditional cards and crayon scrawled artwork from the girls, I picked up The Muppet Show Season One
He loves it, the kids love it. And I get a few hours of peace and quiet. I love it.
I bought it because it was one of my favorite shows as a youngling (I HAD the Miss Piggy lunch box!) and the two old guys, Statler and Waldorf, remind me so much of my husband. The dry humor, the comments about what a bad show it is....yeah, he is just like them.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Puttin' on my big girl britches...
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
I haven't written a word on here in what seems like ages. I haven't felt motivated to share anything because there isn't much happy to share. I'm going to share very frankly what is going on in my heart, so if you are looking for a happy post, this isn't it. Keep on scrolling.
I have shed quite a number of tears this week, and most of them in private because I don't want the kids to think that something is wrong. But the truth is, the "everything is going to be okay" mask that I have kept up is crumbling. Everything is wrong. Everything is not working out according to plan...my plan anyway. My plan included my house being sold already and our happy family traveling together to our new location, picking our our new home, and finding a new church.
Instead, my husband is packing up. Alone. He will be traveling alone to Louisiana, and staying heaven knows where until our house is gone. I will be here. Alone. Instead of picking out our new little dream house together, he is shopping around for a new laptop.The discussion that occurred the morning that he bought it, he said that he would make sure that it came with a web cam so that the girls will be able to "see" him when we talk. How sad is that? I have to explain to my little girls some time in the near future that their Daddy is going away and I am not sure when we will get to see him again. I'm not sure how to do that yet. It is going to crush them. Instead of packing up boxes, I'm crunching numbers to see if we can stay afloat during these months and how much we will have left over for food and gas. It's difficult to remind myself that my God shall supply all my needs, according to His riches in Glory.
I am sad. I am confused. I am scared. And I really really don't want to be alone. God says that he will never abandon us, but it certainly feels like He doesn't care about our family staying together. I want to blame something...the economy, my husband's job, God, anything. But I guess blame isn't going to get us out of here any faster. I just want some answers....what else can I do...or say to make this mountain move? Is my faith just not big enough? My prayers not frequent enough? Are we being punished for something? Fine God, punish me...but leave the kids out of it, okay?
Alright, I think I am done dumping this huge sack of emotions for today. I am ready to resume my very fake "everything is going to be alright" mask, and pretend for the sake of the girls that everything really is going to be fine. For today, it will be fine.
I have shed quite a number of tears this week, and most of them in private because I don't want the kids to think that something is wrong. But the truth is, the "everything is going to be okay" mask that I have kept up is crumbling. Everything is wrong. Everything is not working out according to plan...my plan anyway. My plan included my house being sold already and our happy family traveling together to our new location, picking our our new home, and finding a new church.
Instead, my husband is packing up. Alone. He will be traveling alone to Louisiana, and staying heaven knows where until our house is gone. I will be here. Alone. Instead of picking out our new little dream house together, he is shopping around for a new laptop.The discussion that occurred the morning that he bought it, he said that he would make sure that it came with a web cam so that the girls will be able to "see" him when we talk. How sad is that? I have to explain to my little girls some time in the near future that their Daddy is going away and I am not sure when we will get to see him again. I'm not sure how to do that yet. It is going to crush them. Instead of packing up boxes, I'm crunching numbers to see if we can stay afloat during these months and how much we will have left over for food and gas. It's difficult to remind myself that my God shall supply all my needs, according to His riches in Glory.
I am sad. I am confused. I am scared. And I really really don't want to be alone. God says that he will never abandon us, but it certainly feels like He doesn't care about our family staying together. I want to blame something...the economy, my husband's job, God, anything. But I guess blame isn't going to get us out of here any faster. I just want some answers....what else can I do...or say to make this mountain move? Is my faith just not big enough? My prayers not frequent enough? Are we being punished for something? Fine God, punish me...but leave the kids out of it, okay?
Alright, I think I am done dumping this huge sack of emotions for today. I am ready to resume my very fake "everything is going to be alright" mask, and pretend for the sake of the girls that everything really is going to be fine. For today, it will be fine.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
The Turtle Hospital Annual Sea Turtle Release Day!!!
Here are some pictures from our day. The lady with the white hair is Jean Beasley, Animal Planet's Hero of the Year for 2007 and the director of the Turtle Hospital in our area. The turtles were really excited to be going home. The kids thought that this was by far the coolest "field trip" that we have been on this whole school year. I think that they might be right. I must also add that my husband is a real trooper for putting up with my shinanigans and bright ideas for stuff to do with the kids. Who goes to the beach to stand for an hour and a half in the heat to see some turtles get release to the wild??!?!! Well, we do of course.
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