A Pin A Week Until Daddy Comes Home

Well, we're doing it again. Another one of those deployment things. I'm thrilled. *enter sarcasm here* I would be lying if I didn't admit it would be tempting just to go home again. The quality time that the boys could spend with family...I thought about it. And decided against it. It's not the best thing for myself or the boys. I like us having our own home. Our own spit. Even if it is a million miles away from where we all want to be. I'd hate to give up our little house here. Even if I don't like where it is, I like our home. 

The key to getting through any deployment is to keep busy. And I'm going to do this by making this little house more of a home. Putting up some more pictures, decorations, maybe getting a rug or two...I've I've decided to start my own little challenge. Figured I would post it on here in case someone wanted to join along. Could be fun. :0)

Way Too Long

Well, here I am again. And it has been way too long, but there has been a lot going on outside of cyberland. First, just a few days after my last post, I ended up in the hospital for a week. My pancreas was broken. :0) Turns out my gallbladder was left to stew for far too long, (thanks Mountain Home) and just put a lot of stress on my pancreas. Hopefully it won't become a chronic issue, but I can tell you that I have some kind of pain, even if it is just slight, almost every time I eat. 

It was a tough recovery. Michael had to take emergency leave...a big mess. But it passed. The bad things always do.

And then, of course, there is just every day life with two boys. (three if you count my husband, which I do) They keep me hopping, but in a good way. Parker has been potty trained in the daytime for almost a year now, but I had been scared to make the jump into nap and bedtime. 14 extra loads of laundry a week did not appeal to me. 

However, I apparently need to have more faith in my son. Michael let him take a nap one day in big boy underwear and the rest is history. He's been 100% diaper free for over a month now, and I am so proud of him. I need to stop underestimating him it seems. 

Oh, and we are preparing for yet another deployment. Yay. (Can yo feel the sarcasm dripping from that statement?) It's not right, or fair, or even in his deployment cycle, but we do what we do because there isn't another choice. Michael and I aren't happy, and Parker has begged Michael not to leave, but he also knows that Daddy has to go and "take care oft he bad guys". We are proud of him, just sad about what he will miss out on. We're hoping to take a small vacation before he goes, but we have no idea if he'll be able to get the leave. We're crossing our fingers. Not that it usually does much good. Ah well. One can always dream.

I also started another blog called Letters To My Sons. It is exactly what it sounds like. A place for me to write letters to my boys that, hopefully, they will be able to look back at one day and smile at if nothing else. 

I know I have said this before, but I really will be on more. At least, I'll try. :0)