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.
Sending good thoughts your way. It’s tough; I can only imagine the amount of work a military wife must manage and I’m in awe of your husband’s service to our country and especially you for keeping those home fires burning and maintaining your household.
I so wish I could come and wash some of those clothes for you. Bless you for your gift to our country.
i luv you mi amor..thank you for all them kind words that wrote here… remember i am still an will always be there for you no matter how far away i may be. Tu eres mi vida…!
Mi amor, it’s all true. I’m blessed to have you.
Thanks Dana.
Thanks Renae.