Consider yourself forewarned: This is going to be a whiny, bitchy post. Feel free to stop reading!
I dropped Armydad off yesterday. We drove the 5 hours over on Sunday. We stayed in a hotel Sunday night, ate out, lounged around, spent our last little time together as a family. (Yes, the boys were with us.) We dropped him off at about 5:30pm on Monday and then headed home. The boys and I got home at about 11. I am exhasuted. I am overly emotional. And, I just found out I have strep throat.
Right now I am wondering if I can do this. If I can survive 7 weeks without seeing him? And then another 13 after that? And then possibly more (depending how long his branch training is.) And then, eventually he will deploy. If I cannot handle 7 weeks, how will I ever handle a year?
I know I am overly tired. And I am raw because we just said good-bye yesterday. And I feel like crap because I have strep. I am hoping once I get some sleep, the meds start to work, and I have a few days to adjust, I will feel better. I did so good last time. But, I knew it was only 3 1/2 weeks and I was so focused on Thing1 and his medical stuff. Plus we left for my mom’s house the day after Armydad left last time. This time, I feel like I have nothing to look forward to. We are going to my mom’s house in 3 weeks, but that is so far away. I cannot get together with any friends because I am sick. I am just feeling alone and lonely right now.
And, I feel like a whiny baby… We chose this life, together. What right do I have to wallow and whine when I made this choice?