I woke up at 3am with a throat on fire. I checked my glands to see if I was maybe snoring, and they were swollen like walnuts. Lovely.
I’ve been taking oil of oregano every 4 or 5 hours or so, and so far it seems to be kicking its butt. But, that also leaves me very lethargic today. The whole battling evil cold germs thing I guess.
I still have lots of time before I leave, I’m down to 10 days. Glen apparently is starting to have a hard time sleeping. Not me dude, chasing after kids and keeping a house is hard work.
My MIL keeps calling. I think she’s been concerned about me more than anything right now, and I am so grateful to have her in my life. At one point, I used to rant about how intrusive in our lives they were, I wasn’t used to it. While, they can be a little over involved at times, I’m seeing things with a different set of eyes now and feel a little guilty for how I would bitch about them.
If we were living in Alberta right now, I would have all the support I could ever get while Glen is gone. I wouldn’t have to deal with the support networks that the military put in place falling apart. The local MFRC has tanked on promises more than once, has canceled respite and their casual childcare services seem to be defunct. I really don’t need this right now. I swear that because the majority of the military is FROM here, most of my friends who have deployed spouses, also have family that live within a few hours. I know, the grass is greener syndrome. If we were there, I’d want to leave.
Truthfully, I’ve been really spoiled with this deployment, we spent Christmas in Alberta, my MIL and SIL flew here to take care of the girls so I could take the business to the Trade Show and now they will be arriving again in 4 days for 3 weeks to take care of the girls while I meet Glen in the UK. It cleaned out my air mile account, but it’s totally worth it.
I’m not sure what I will do when we get back, they leave and I’m on my own again till he gets home. Twelve weeks. That’s a long stretch. I did 6 weeks last year, and it was hard. I didn’t loose my mind, we had some fun, they survived and I have hope that the 12 weeks will go quickly.
In that time is Morgans 7th birthday. She wants a big party. Of course she does! Last year she wanted a family day in the city. We rented a hotel, saw kids movies and played mini golf. I could do that again! I don’t think that will fly though. She wants to go to the local indoor playground, invite 22 of her closest friends and have pizza and DQ cake with a spider man on it. I will likely ask a friend to help me. The food is the hardest, as well as ensuring that we keep track of all the kids and not let them kill each other or themselves.
It LOOKS like we may have escaped the tour being extended, they seem to have made alternative arrangements that make everyone happy. Apparently they are currently scrambling to get the flight arrangements made and approved for their flight home. Maybe to make it more difficult to change them later? We may be seeing him about June 12. Just in time for Fathers Day. Of course. Last mothers day I was on my own too. 2011 is gonna be a hella year for Glen, two valentines AND two mothers day for him to make up for.
Life is good. Contrary to my complaining (I’m trying to complain here, and not to Glen – he doesn’t need more stress), the girls are healthy and happy, I am coping pretty well, with only a few visits to Captain Morgan to take the edge off and frankly I’m proud of myself for suriving without him. I worried for a long time that I had some co-dependency issues and that I would slip into a depression, or not be able to cope effectively.
I say that now, ask me tomorrow and it may be a different story.
Never said it wasn’t hard though.
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