I’m definitely sick.
Why this really matters, I’m not sure. Mom’s aren’t allowed to get sick. And when they do get sick, nothing changes.
They still make meals, do laundry, shuttle kids around, break up fights, wipe faces, fix toys, pick up messes, and sweep floors.
I’m sick enough to feel terrible, but not quite sick enough to sleep through Christmas. I’m doing all the usual Christmas cold sickness remedies, vitamins, lots of water, a only doing what needs to get done (which strangely takes the entire day).
On a happier note, our package arrived today. We hurried home from a Christmas party to skype with dad so the kids could watch him open his gifts from us. In typical Christmas fashion he wanted the kids to open “just one present” today while he was opening his.
How could I say no?
The kids got to open one gift and that made their day. Well except Cora, who has entered the “every gift someone else gets is better than her own” phase of her life.
The kids are getting excited about Christmas and I’m hoping that we can keep enough of our Christmas traditions to make things seem at least sort of normal around here. I’ve been dreading this day since I found out about the deployment, but I’ve realized that looking ahead doesn’t get me anywhere.
One day at a time….
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.