tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324293502024-03-10T22:45:52.018-07:00Newlywed Adventures in the Armythe big change from civilian life to being married to the army...Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.comBlogger189125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-58551663075213241262013-08-11T10:22:00.000-07:002013-08-11T10:22:07.355-07:00A Love of DirtThis past summer I have come to fall in love with the dirt. As a child growing up, every spring I watched my parents work in our yard, I don't remember much from our first 2 house, but the one they live in now, I can remember watching them go out there and working for hours. At the time I totally didn't get it, but then I just preferred not being outside in the sun.
Now, I get it! There is Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-24886612288593474942013-07-23T20:56:00.000-07:002013-07-23T20:56:34.214-07:00Harsh RealitiesBeing a military family we often deal with some pretty harsh realities. Realities like deployments, the fact that people can get hurt, may not come back the same, or may not come back at all. One of the harshest realities is the one where our sacrifices and and sacrifices of our serving spouses just don't seem to mean very much to the country at large. There are parades and commercials for the Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-39434565852577088622013-07-21T09:37:00.002-07:002013-07-21T14:47:20.037-07:00WhineWarning, stop reading now if you don't want to listen to my whining. It is your choice to read this, don't judge how I feel...
Sometimes I feel, as a military spouse, that when I married someone serving in the armed forces that I lost the right to whine. You see when my husband leaves, for no matter how long I almost feel like if I say that I'm sad he is gone, or I wish he was here, or it is soMrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-91739381651506679322013-07-17T16:06:00.000-07:002013-07-17T16:06:10.444-07:00Good-byesYou would think by now that we would be really good at goodbyes, but truth be told, we aren't. I hate saying goodbye, even when I know he won't be gone for too long, but what I hate most is how much goodbyes bother Preschooler D. She gets so confused and doesn't really understand. It really doesn't help that at 3.5 years old her concept of time is practically non-existent beyond right now, 5 Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-80399982875402823962013-06-25T14:38:00.001-07:002013-06-25T14:38:10.104-07:00TimeI suddenly feel as though I am running out of time. Time with the people I love, time to do what I need to do during the day, time to just sit and be.
I need to do this though. I need to find time to write this.
Dear Dad,
So much has never been spoken between us. I don't think that I have ever truly conveyed to you how much your love, friendship and guidance have meant to me over the years. Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-14855680150585910032012-12-13T15:14:00.001-08:002012-12-13T15:14:33.550-08:00The Hardest Job...Throughout our lives we have lots and lots of different jobs, even if we never applied for them.
When we are first born, our job is to eat, sleep, grow and learn. Oh yeah, and we poop a lot too. I used to think that this was such an easy job, I mean seriously, your every need, wish and desire are fulfilled by someone else. Then, after watching my own daughter, I realized just how Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-56598465600400473142012-12-11T14:56:00.002-08:002012-12-11T21:29:43.494-08:00StrugglingOk, I'm admitting it, out loud, for the whole world...ok, for all four followers of my blog to read, I AM STRUGGLING. This deployment just sucks. I mean every deployment sucks, but this one seems to suck that much more than the last one, although I am sure I would have said the exact same thing during the last deployment too. This is just not easy. I hear all the time about how strongMrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-15926166777536252822012-10-30T22:31:00.001-07:002012-10-30T22:31:20.145-07:00Guilt and JoyThere is a lot of guilt that comes along with a deployment. You feel guilt every time you do something fun and your deployed spouse cannot be there. You feel guilt every time you your child hits a milestone and your deployed spouse misses it. There is guilt every time you try a new recipe that you think your spouse might enjoy.
There are also moments of extreme joy. Like when the phone Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-18458353065668792142012-09-19T21:17:00.000-07:002012-09-19T21:21:27.436-07:00Only the StrongAlmost invariably when people find out that I am a military spouse they make the comment "wow, you are so strong, I don't think I could do that."
I really kind of hate hearing that. I also hate the fact that within the military community you have to be strong and if you show any signs of weakness then you are kind of looked down upon. Well, here's a newsflash. Today, I do not feel Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-9869532858917400962012-09-03T22:37:00.000-07:002012-09-03T22:42:26.035-07:00SleepEver since he left I can't sleep. Well, I can but I really struggle to turn the light off at night. I am left alone with my thoughts and no one to share them with. It is the exact opposite when he is home I can't wait to turn the lights off, we talk in the dark, we cuddle and I fall asleep in his arms.
At the end of each day, good or bad, I feel like I am left with a burden on my shoulders and Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-42163485576458819822012-08-14T14:52:00.001-07:002012-08-14T14:52:06.110-07:00Harsh Realities of WarThere are a lot of harsh realities of war, many that military families do not like to think about, and most civilians would never even contemplate. The harshest reality of war is that people die. Good people and not so good people. War involves death. It is a reality of our lives.
Last week someone that SSG D and I have known for almost 5 years died in battle. He was killed by a suicide bomber Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-62629051388256996362012-07-28T00:39:00.000-07:002012-07-28T00:39:20.071-07:00HolidaysI have been saying for awhile now..."Every day is a Holiday in Toddlerland". That is because the days are always the same, we get up between 6:30 and 7 - well honestly Toddler D probably gets up earlier than that but it takes awhile before she wakes me up. We play, have breakfast, do some kind of morning activity or errands (I like to do my errands in the mornings), lunch, nap, play, dinnerMrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-16049525449243884602012-07-08T20:48:00.004-07:002012-07-08T20:48:48.197-07:0066In 66 days I have:
Kissed boo boos
Sang someone to sleep 132 times
Made 198 meals
Cried myself to sleep at least 15 different times
Prayed constantly
Gone to 4 doctors appointment for my baby girl and 2 for myself
Administered medication to my baby 968 times
Finished 2 quilts
Made 50 quilt blocks
Said good bye on the phone too many times
Played at the park
Gone to Kindergym and the Farmers Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-73835680877191254442012-06-01T20:46:00.000-07:002012-06-01T20:46:03.449-07:0014:53That is how long we have on the phone before we get cut off. 14 minutes and 53 seconds. In the grand scheme of things...that is really short! It makes you re-evaluate all that NEEDS to be said to your spouse versus all the mundane things that you would normally share with him/her.
Our Priorities:
Toddler D: health, welfare, education, cute stories, etc. Always the first thing on the listMrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-72166447401497197982012-05-15T23:19:00.000-07:002012-05-15T23:19:03.639-07:00Twenty MinutesDid you know that is only 1200 seconds? Not very long in the big scheme of things. In one day there are 1440 minutes or 86,400 seconds. When you look at it that way 1200 seconds just doesn't seem like much time at all. Well, let me tell you, it's not.
Twenty minutes is barely enough time to talk about all the cute and adorable things Toddler D does in 24 hours, let alone talk about much else. I Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-7619060604715319592012-05-11T22:29:00.000-07:002012-05-11T22:29:01.081-07:00When Half of You is GoneI was going to title this post "When Half of You is Missing" but my other half isn't missing, at least not in the I've lost him and I can't find him sense. He is gone, missing from our lives, away. He is a temporarily re-assigned soldier and his re-assignment is to Afghanistan. That's right, SSG D has deployed again. Last time, it impacted our lives greatly. I had to learn to make Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-53259518628051157372012-05-07T15:23:00.000-07:002012-05-07T15:23:30.464-07:00Dear Cell PhoneHow I love thee, let me tell you why...
You are my sole connection to my love. When you ring with a crazy jumble of numbers I know that when I hit the connect button I will hear the voice of my dreams on the other end. You have been promoted from my connection to twitter and facebook while at the park to my connection to Toddler D's Daya and my true love.
For the next 9 months I vow to beMrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-34114157143297651052012-04-28T09:56:00.001-07:002012-04-28T09:56:28.942-07:00Small Moments = Big MemoriesI've been trying to capture moments. In my mind's eye or on my camera. Every chance I get.
Watching them play with her dolls in her bedrooms. I watched for a good 5 minutes from her door before they realized I was there this morning. There is nothing sweeter than watching a big strong soldier playing on the floor with his 2 year old little girls dolls. It just melted my heart, for both of Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-81483104805545168632012-04-26T20:29:00.002-07:002012-04-26T20:29:28.771-07:00Running Out of TimeI find that we are quickly running out of time. Time for long walks, time to go to the park, time to read stories and giggle together. We are just running out of time. Don't get me wrong, these things aren't going to end or suddenly disappear from our lives, no, we will keep doing them, we just won't be doing them as a whole family for awhile. This separation is taking its toll on us.Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-1043531116830976732012-02-03T13:54:00.000-08:002012-02-03T13:54:39.853-08:00Being SupportiveI want to be supportive of SSG D - in fact I think that is one of the cornerstones of a good marriage - supporting each others decisions and actions. I have been finding it hard to be supportive lately and what makes it worse is that it is over something that is completely out of his hands.
I want to support him while he is dealing with something that I am certain he doesn't want to do but it isMrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-91640630187384130732012-01-27T15:51:00.000-08:002012-01-27T15:51:07.603-08:00Something in the AirThere is something in the air...something has changed. I wish I could say that I can't really put my finger on it but I can, but I know what is causing the change. We are suddenly holding on a few seconds longer when we hug. Staying up a few minutes later to talk. Laughing even harder when Toddler D does something funny and adorable.
Change is coming. It can be a really scary thing, Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-2238381068086054782011-12-13T07:13:00.000-08:002011-12-13T07:13:50.343-08:00Time to blogSo it has been 2 months since I have blogged here. Oh, yes, I said here. I blog somewhere else too. I haven't blogged here because here...I am a different person. Here I am open and completely honest about practically every aspect of my life and that can be really hard at times. I have been trying something new the past few months and for the most part it has been really working for me. I Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-36209576839410387702011-10-06T07:04:00.000-07:002011-10-06T07:04:23.567-07:00Harder than a deploymentLast night I had an epiphany. In so many ways this past year has been harder on my family than the deployment that we went through just one year ago. Upon Sgt D's return he was put in charge of supply and in charge of a supply room that was a complete and utter DISASTER. We were given all kinds of empty promises before he came home, like: everyone will be off work by 1500 (3:00 pm forMrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-16227480048492633962011-09-16T11:12:00.000-07:002011-09-16T11:12:51.973-07:00Taking Back the PowerI have noticed something lately, I seem to have given all of my power away. My power over how I feel about my body. My power over how I feel about myself as a mommy. My power over how I feel about myself as a wife. I have let how other people perceive me from the outside looking in impact how I feel about myself. People who don't live my life and people who (in many cases) I don't know and Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32429350.post-2251747036651892502011-08-19T14:58:00.000-07:002011-08-19T14:58:39.826-07:00Dear BlogAre you feeling neglected? Left out? Ignored? As well you should! It has been a long time since I have come to you to pour my heart out.
There are lots of reasons I have not come to you. I have been busy, life has happened. As someone was once heard to say, "and the hits just keep on coming." That is how it has felt lately. There are so many things in our lives to be grateful Mrs. Dhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05450566835187837083noreply@blogger.com4