The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Exhaustion, pure exhaustion.

Well its been about a week since I started this challenge and let me tell you a challenge it has been. I like to think I am a very busy mom, never taking the time to sit down. I finally forced myself to stop the cleaning, cooking, and child rearing to treat myself to updating my blog.

As I said this week has been a challenge let me explain why. I am a very busy mom. But, when I started these checklists, after several days of completing them and waking up several times in the night with our youngest the exhaustion became overwhelming. I actually went to the dr. to do some blood work to make sure the gestational diabetes was not still existent or a scarier idea, pregnancy, giving us two sets of Irish twins. The blood work came back ok, and got a good ol' recommendation of hydration and rest. Easier said than done when your nuclear family depends on you and the nearest family is on the other coast.

Last Tuesday was the worst day of the week. I finished most of my chores before lunch, and got ready for the day. but that is about the only success i had. I left my hair in rollers and had a case of the mean reds. Brandon took the kiddos, I ate some food and felt a lot better and we moved on with our day.

The remainder of the week followed suit but less stressful and negative. I honestly think the fact that Brandon is going back into the drill field this week was on the back of my mind and causing some underlying frustration. God Bless my husband and the Marine Corps, But the drill field is one of the hardest things on a family. Some times I feel like its worse than being a single mother. Why? Two reasons, One like i said you don't have family near by to depend on because your home is where the USMC tells you your home is. Second, instead of knowing you are depending on your self and only yourself. You have your husband popping in and out when he can. To the extent that every Drill instructor and Drill instructors wife knows a few Golden rules.

Golden Rule #1 for my household is... don't ask him when he is coming home, and don't tell her you are coming home early. It sounds sad and it sometimes is but we all say this with a smile. Let me elaborate before this is taken out of context. When you ask when your husband is coming home and he tells you he is coming home at 5pm you prepare your children, yourself, the house, and your meals around that time frame. He comes home a hour or several hours later at no fault of his own you are utterly upset. When he tells you a later time but comes home early it is like Christmas morning.

Perfect timing, Jr. Just woke up from his nap so this post comes to an end.

Good riddance

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