I have reached that point.
That point that every Navy Wife comes to at some time in her husband’s career.
That time when he is gone more then he’s home.
I won’t lie, it’s not easy.
I’ve grown quite spoiled and oh so used to having him home. I’ve been blessed with one of those rare men who comes home after a long 12 shift, and does the dishes and the laundry so his tired wife can plop her sizeable rear in a chair and check her email.
But that help, the other half of my tag team, my own personal Superman…. It’s now gone. And when he is here, the time is so short, the workdays so long…
I find myself in a situation where I need to relearn my routines. I must get the dishes done every night. Laundry must get done daily. I must continue, day in and day out. And just when I think I can’t posibly take one more step, I must. Because there is no one else.
So if I’m quiet here, it’s because my best writing is saved for those daily emails to my husband. It’s because at the end of the day, I haven’t the energy to put 4 sentences together, let alone type. I will blog when I can, because blogging is my outlet.
But right now, I need to go fold some laundry. Tomorrow will be here before I know it, and the boys like clean clothes in their dressers.