The boys and I went shopping this evening for some things for Adam. We are getting a care package together to send him. It was kind of fun. On the way we stopped at Taco Bell to get dinner. The boys did pretty good until the end of dinner. Jacob was done and ready to go and was playing jungle gym on the railing where you order. There was just a few other couples in the restaurant but I just started counting. We do the 1,2,3 magic here and think what you will but it works for us. In this instance he wanted to push to see how far he could get so I got him and put him in his seat and took his soda. Then at Walmart the boys were looking over the coupon and deals while I was doing some shopping. They were fighting over which ads to look at, oh so exciting! Nathan had a meltdown because Jacob wouldn't let him look at what he wanted too. I did a typical Mom thing and stopped in the middle of the aisle and said, "That's it, no tv and no wii if you don't stop crying for the whole weekend," (I'd had enough!) and started the count again. There was an older couple right in front of us that just looked at us. He pulled it together, because he knows I'm not making idle threats, we've been there, done that. These are the moments that make me want to take the night off and switch with Daddy, although I don't get that, but when I get the looks I simply want to say, "If you only knew......," or, "Do you want to help out?" I know these are normal Mom moments, just amped up being a military wife with a husband deployed.
The other night my sister and I were scrapbooking together via skype. She was working on her son's baby pictures who is almost one. We were talking and she told me that so much happens in that first year it's hard to believe he's almost one. I stopped and said yeah, that's the same amount of time that Adam and our family will be apart by the time this deployment is over, it's kind of crazy. People forget as they are going through their daily lives how much time passes and military families spend apart. A lady at work asked me the other day how long Adam's been gone? My immediate response was eight and a half months, I kind of surprised myself how fast my answer was. It's not like I was thinking about it off the top of my head (it's just our daily life that we live). Anyways, then this evening I was getting the boys ready for bed and my phone rings. It was someone with the army calling me at eight thirty on a week night. I screen my calls so I didn't answer. I figured if it was important they would leave a message, which they didn't. But really calling me at that time on a week night? Ugh, now I've got to not think about that and go to bed so I can finish my work week out tomorrow. Just another day in our militray life.
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