Rough Morning Numero Uno

It was a rough morning. It shouldn't have been, but it was. I am 100% taking responsibility for my mental/emotional breakdown that ended up directed at the kids. Makes me feel like a bad mommy. :/ I am just overwhelmed I guess. Or I felt like it today. I think I'm okay now. Had to cry it out like a damn toddler, but I have regrouped and am doing better. I just want school to be over, have my baby home with us all everyday and not have to over stress about stupid things like library books, Friday folders, homework packets, and spelling tests. I'm so grateful that Stasia is a smart cookie because I don't know if I could handle dealing with a kid that didn't get things easily right now.

I miss my husband like all hell right now! The long weekends can be depressing. I am happy for my friends that don't have to be dealing with deployments right now because deployment sucks, but I hate being the only one with a husband that is gone. It gets very lonely when all my friends are off doing things with their families and we are stuck here. Come dinner the girls always make things sad because they notice that there is no daddy sitting as his spot at the dinner table. Than they start asking questions I do not want to answer... like that we have over 200 days before he gets back. *sigh*

So, we have officially had our first deployment meltdown. I hope they are few and far between.

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