Ugh, so I’m dreading the day Rick leaves.
This morning was an exercise in being a “single-married” mom.
Since Rick has been home from training, we have attempted to work out a schedule so that we could give each other turns sleeping in, as an added treat. (we love to sleep) The boys woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It was a horrible morning. I think one of them woke up super early and then woke up the other.
The last time we were facing Iraq, I remember being at the 10 day mark and having so much anxiety. I can feel, at this point, that my views have changed, despite the fact that I hate being a single-married mother.
As soon as Rick was offered this job (one he didn’t have to interview for, by the way) I knew it was a gift. I knew that it happened for a reason and I refuse to play the victim. I refuse to allow my children to see me as weak as they have before, when it comes to deployment. I refuse to act like this is a horrible situation. This IS a gift.
After Rick came back from Iraq, in April 2007, and then was laid off from his job in October 2007, we knew that there had to be a major change. Either one WE created or one that was given to us, a gift.
Yesterday, I was watching Oprah. I’ve been DVR-ing it because I do like some of the shows she does (did I just admit that?). I saw how women have transformed their lives with a makeover. One woman was faced with the reality that her husband had asked her for a divorce 2 days before her new small business was to open. She could have either felt sorry for herself and called the whole thing off, or continued on. She decided to continue on.
When I heard the story, I was at the gym on the treadmill and started to cry. If she can do that, I can do this..
