Well, I clearly spoke to soon...

After basking in the glow our first "sort of back to normal" school week I was awoken with a HUGE slap in the face, well it wasn't that huge but a ridiculous wake up call at 5:15 from Jack was just rude.  Not only was it rude, he was beyond cranky.  If you haven't experienced it, let me warn you that a 2 year old who wakes up cranky isn't pretty, because not only is he in a cranky bad 2 year old mood, he tends to also wake everyone else up putting them in bad moods too!  Add to that, Rory making a horrific sounding cough and complaining almost in tears of a sore throat....yeah, all before a cup of a coffe...guess who is in a bad mood now!

Off to the Doctor office by 8:15, 2 out of 3 kids cultured and now all 3 are screaming and crying...what's a mom to do??  Go home and give them all oreos at 9am.  Not my proudest moment, but there isn't anymore screaming and now I have stopped crying too.

It's the days like these when I hate deployments the most.  Yes I know they are a fact of our life, I'm not complaining about that.  It's just easier when your husband is here with you to help you through it, and it's 100 times harder when you are missing part of the team.  I never want to say anything to Bryan about how it's really going over here, because how fair is that?  It's not like he can make it any better, and he has other things he needs to be focused on.  We are 6 months in and we have a little less than 6 months to go, so I'm going to have a pity party for one..and I'll be done with it at 12:01am Tuesday morning...

Did that really just happen??

Have we just completed 5 consecutive days where kids went to school???  What??  No wonder I'm feeling at little unsettled.  This feat hasn't been accomplished since late last year!  Am I being slightly dramatic about this??  Perhaps, but you have not been in my house, so there!

The funny thing is, here I am all excited about this, knowing that we'll get through another 5 days of a "normal" schedule again next week, and then we're right back to square one...damn you President's Day!

Oh well, I'm sitting here and enjoying the quiet, planning the activities for the upcoming weekend, and praying that all 3 kids stay in their own beds until at least 5:45 tomorrow morning...I'm a simple girl you know!

A break up letter to Winter

Dear Winter,
I'm sorry to say that it is time for us to go our separate ways.  We had a nice time when we were happy, we had our first snow fall, the kids loved it.  We had a magical Christmas Eve snowfall, and a perfect Christmas with Bryan home from Iraq.  It was January 2 of the New Year that things began going south for us...

Bryan returned to Iraq, the kids tried to get back into the school routine, but it just wasn't working.  We had illnesses, temper tantrums, and too many days of being stuck in the house.  I've spent far too much time with the shovel, and not enough time sledding, building snowmen and making snow angels.

Yes, we've had good times, like lots of fun with our neighbors commiserating about the shoveling and the ridiculous amount of snow days that the kids have had.  We have shared meals and bits of sanity, all while the kids have fun wild to get out the aggravation of not being able to play outside because it is -10 degrees outside.   Bryan and I were also able to share a wonderful weekend together to reconnect and recharge mid-deployment, but was it really necessary to slap me in the face upon my return home with a blizzard and 3 home bound snow days???

Let's be adult about this, and just appreciate what our time together was, and move on.

Thank you..

P.S.  The ice dam on my roof causing the water to leak onto my living room ceiling was a rather childish way to get back at me for breaking up with you.