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Full Circle.

I’ve written a lot on here about my mother, mostly in the lost data base.

We haven’t spoken in over three years, it was her decision. I guess she didn’t want to communicate through the written word anymore, and I stood my ground when she decided to push my boundaries by calling me. So, contact was [...]

It’s three am and I don’t give a….

Ever wake up in the middle of the night, try like a bugger to get back to sleep but you brain won’t settle into a nice relaxing pattern?

Yeah, sucks don’t it?

So, it’s three am. It’s day three of the Wholesale Trade Expo here in Halifax and I have to be up in 5 hours to [...]

18 days

I made it 18 days of sugar free living, lost some weight, felt great, it was awesome!

Then, via MSN today, the husband tells me that he had to travel into Kandahar, Afghanistan to do some military stuff over the span of a few days. He neglected to tell me this, because he didn’t want me [...]

It’s the quiet

That’s what gets me, when the kids are in bed, asleep.

No way to talk to Glen because he’s 8 hours ahead of me right now, and likely just thinking about getting up to start his day.

By the time the void really starts to bother me, it’s too late. No one to talk to anyway, friends [...]

25%....1/4....half way to halfway there.

We’re 25% into this deployment and it’s really starting to wear.

I’m tired of feeling that I’m on my own.

I’m tired of people asking how I am, with the expectation on my part to say “Fine! Great! Wonderful!”

We military wives are supposed to be made of tough stuff. To put our lives, careers and everything else [...]

Suicide by parent.

The kids are seriously stressed. Hence they’ve been trying to murder one another, break the sound barrier and commit suicide by parent. Unfortunately it’s mostly the three year old instigating it all.

We’ve tried to be extra understanding, I can’t imagine how hard this will be for them. They have no real concept of time so [...]

15 days

Glen leaves for 6 months (maybe a little longer) in only 15 days.

*insert dramatic sighing here*

I’ve been hoping that maybe he wouldn’t really go. That maybe he’d get opted out. Or something. Wishful thinking. Denial.

In the military there is this “emotional cycle of deployment” that people go through, and so far I seem to be [...]