Deployment Day #74

I woke up feeling like I could possibly be getting sick again, but I also felt like myself for the first time in forever.

Since it was a yucky rainy day I immediately made a list of all the things we could do, inside and also made a mental note to keep plodding through with the laundry. (Another 7 loads today)

I was pretty ambitious with my list, but surprisingly we got through everything but one activity.

The little girls and I  went to BJ’s to pick up some groceries. This was the pleeeeeeeeease mom can we buy this face.

Of course I said yes. #beayesmom

We played a really fun board game today that my friend Stef sent us called Spy Alley. I love board games, but I don’t always like playing them with the kids. This is because one kid is usually too old for the game, one is too little, and one is always a sore loser.

Spy Alley was so fun that the losers didn’t care that they lost because they were so excited to try and guess the spy. My seven, nine, eleven, and thirteen year old played it and loved it!

The only bad part of the day was when the seven year old came up to me in line at BJ’s and said in a not so quiet voice,

“Mom, what does s*x mean?”

I tried to act all calm and cool as if explaining the birds and the bees to a seven-year-old in the check out line at BJ’s was something I did a few times a month.

But I didn’t. The lady in line behind covered her mouth and murmured something under her breath (she felt bad for me, but was also trying really hard not to laugh).

I tried to smile and use my nice mom voice and asked her if she had been reading the magazine covers in the check out line.

My seven-year-old said she had and that her big sister had put her up to asking what it meant.

I didn’t want to make it a big deal, but it was a big deal and there was no way I was going to try and talk this out while the check out guy is pretending that this entire conversation is not happening.

I looked at the lady behind me, smiled and said, “How about we talk about this in the car.?”

She nodded okay.

And this is the part where my $9 a month Spotify subscription saved the day.

When we got to the car the girls started discussing what song they wanted to listen to and they asked me to find a song they’d heard their brother singing a few days before.

Thankfully it was on Spotify and they completely forgot about our conversation in BJ’s.

Of course they didn’t really forget, but it isn’t a conversation I want to have in the car with a four, seven, and nine-year-old. I don’t want to have the conversation at all with the four-year-old.

It’s the best $9 I’ve ever spent.

My husband has been deployed to the Middle East for 274 days.  These are my real thoughts expressing my heart during his absence.  I appreciate your prayers and kind words as we cope, adapt, and carry on without him until August 2014.  To read from the beginning, click here.