A year of trainings, time lost and temper tantrums from all involved and he is there.
Hard because I keep hearing what I'm supposed to feel like and how I should be acting and having to answer everyone questions, including the ones I hate having to answer.
"How are you coping dear?"
"Are you doing ok?"
"Do you need anything?"
Strangely enough there are only a handful of people (who aren't army) I'm able to answer those questions without giving them a disingenuous answer. Also a limited few who I ask for help or take their advice, although the limited few know me better than to just hand out unsolicited advice.
He hasn't been gone long and I feel that the more people ask, it's not really meant to comfort me. It's the questions are being asked mainly because they have nothing else to say to me.
I am upset at some of the people who are reaching out though. If you haven't spoken to me since before I married Cpl. Mayhem, why are you reaching out now? And no, being separated from you significant other for a week while they are away doesn't classify you to "understand" what I'm going through.
Oh, did I mention before I sort my feelings out I tend to be rather bitchy?
I'm just bothered by it. I can't help it.
I know there was a list of things you don't say to a military wife while their husband is deployed and they all apply!
I was just lucky enough to get all the laundry and dishes done before he left so I'm prepared for my calm before the storm. This is the week where Ducky tests the waters when dad leaves. Chicky is just plain confused. How do you explain to a two year old that daddy is overseas? I keep telling her that dad's a work and it works, but it's hard to keep answering the same questions over and over again.
I'm grateful for Auntie Mayhem's visit that weekend because Cpl. Mayhem and I were able to spend some time alone. Because my kids are so young she stayed with them so I could see him off. I was also grateful that my friend D was there too (her husband deployed with mine) because I'm sure I wouldn't be able to stand there alone when he got on the bus.
I forced myself not to show my "ugly" cry until I was in the car, and I started to sob.... Only to look up and see people S L O W L Y looking into my car as they went to their own. I yelled, "Keep moving people!". Did I mention I was kinda bitchy right?
So my fellow blogging community more specifically the military wives: What was the number one thing that saved your ass while your husband was overseas? What was your secret? Let me know, I'm gonna need all the help I can get!
Best photo of us! Great minds think alike!Later days!