Teething
I know why babies aren't able to remember their infanthood- Teething....is so traumatic who would want to remember it. W. has had a long hard day. I feel sorry for the little tyke. I'm exhausted from not getting much sleep and am just drained from trying to make him happy all day. It was a great Daddy's day though. We celebrated last night (Same as we did for mommy's day- a day early), and then Daddy got some great cards, and the season 1 of Twilight Zone.
We're gearing up for the big move in 2 weeks, and I'm less than prepared. The families are beginning the normal tug of who gets to see us when, and every minute of every day is allotted. That drives me crazy but with 4 sets of parents, it's a must. At least C. family has been divorced for a while so they understand, but mine is still a fresh wound. I still have trouble on Father's day because of my stepdad and wishing him a "happy fathers day". He isn't a father to me, and I doubt he ever will be. There are significant issues there, and I'll always struggle with the divorce of my parents after 25 yrs. of marriage. I still don't understand and not sure if I will ever come to the reality check that life is okay how it is. It just seems so lost sometimes. But anyway, back to the subject at hand, I really get stressed over seeing my family. I mean, there is a reason when I was 20 that I was ready to leave home, move away with my husband. And I'm glad I did, but I go back and forth between missing home, then I always get screwed in some form and fashion and remember what really is the story. I guess somewhere in my head I have a dream reality that the world is a wonderful beautiful place. Then reality sets in. And you learn that sometimes it isn't dream world, but you make the best of it that you can.
My 4 year anniversary with C. is this week, and also the 4 year mark to the day of him entering the military when he graduated from West Point. What a ride we've been on since then, a year in Iraq, countless nights alone with him training, seperations, and just having to stomach and gulp down whatever people told us to do. But it's still a celebration of another 75 years + to come, and lots of love. Marriage is work, it's hard, it's draining, but I suppose those few minutes of bliss when you work so hard for it. Well it's worth it. So cheers to us.
I gotta go to bed...SO tired. Working the next 3 days!
We're gearing up for the big move in 2 weeks, and I'm less than prepared. The families are beginning the normal tug of who gets to see us when, and every minute of every day is allotted. That drives me crazy but with 4 sets of parents, it's a must. At least C. family has been divorced for a while so they understand, but mine is still a fresh wound. I still have trouble on Father's day because of my stepdad and wishing him a "happy fathers day". He isn't a father to me, and I doubt he ever will be. There are significant issues there, and I'll always struggle with the divorce of my parents after 25 yrs. of marriage. I still don't understand and not sure if I will ever come to the reality check that life is okay how it is. It just seems so lost sometimes. But anyway, back to the subject at hand, I really get stressed over seeing my family. I mean, there is a reason when I was 20 that I was ready to leave home, move away with my husband. And I'm glad I did, but I go back and forth between missing home, then I always get screwed in some form and fashion and remember what really is the story. I guess somewhere in my head I have a dream reality that the world is a wonderful beautiful place. Then reality sets in. And you learn that sometimes it isn't dream world, but you make the best of it that you can.
My 4 year anniversary with C. is this week, and also the 4 year mark to the day of him entering the military when he graduated from West Point. What a ride we've been on since then, a year in Iraq, countless nights alone with him training, seperations, and just having to stomach and gulp down whatever people told us to do. But it's still a celebration of another 75 years + to come, and lots of love. Marriage is work, it's hard, it's draining, but I suppose those few minutes of bliss when you work so hard for it. Well it's worth it. So cheers to us.
I gotta go to bed...SO tired. Working the next 3 days!