Life as a military wife

Every time I venture out of my shell (you see I like to be a recluse, although that is hard when you have four children) I realize why I do not like to socialize. There is SO MUCH DRAMA! Oh my goodness, when are people going to act like adults and not high schoolers. It is just so sad because some of these people have children. What kind of examples are we being to our children? It is so sad to stand by and watch how poorly some of these adults are behaving, but I digress. It is not my drama. i just think it is very sad to see everything unfold so ugly!

So I am enjoying my time with the kids. I love that they are off from school because everything is so relaxed and so calm. I don’t feel like I have to rush here and there. I am actually getting some sleep! Unbelievable! I love it. You know one thing I noticed though? Why is it when you don’t have to wake up early, that’s when you actually do? Insanity!

I got to talk to my DH. He is doing well. He was so excited because he got to chat with the kids on SKYPE. The kids had a blast. Our youngest was dancing around and singing for his dad. He thought it was the funniest thing. Of course the older ones were goofing off and then fighting. I love seeing him. Technology is great. Seeing him makes me feel like he isn’t too far away. I do miss him.

I find that the nights are the hardest. I am so used to falling asleep on his arm and turning around to see him there. I miss my chats with him, however mundane or off the wall, they were, they were ours. I miss venting to him about the insanity that surrounds us. I really miss the little things he does around the house, like the floors, ironing…lots and lots of the little stuff that I find myself struggling to do.

Being a Navy wife isn’t the most spectacular job (yes it is a job), but it is the most truly rewarding. I am so proud of my DH and the sacrifices he makes. It isn’t the easiest, that’s for sure.

This was a boring post and I apologize for that. It is one of those days where you just don’t know what to write.

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