As a former United States Marine....USMC Military Police at that.... I have a pretty good grasp at being independent and resourceful. I am trained by the United States Government to be lean, mean and at the ready. I have exercised hand to hand combat and physical restraint techniques on men twice my size. I have learned to fire guns bigger then me and I have earned the Expert level in medals for my abilities. I have chased down runners, am comfortable to draw a weapon if I feel threatened and can exercise the various levels of deadly force if need be. I can even handle being in the throws of a physical altercation when trying to diffuse a domestic disagreement. So how is it two people under three feet get the better of me? What is it about people that are four and almost three that turn me into this withering pile of nerves and get the upper hand?
My husband was able to come home for two hours Sunday night. The unit was afforded some free time for those who did not need to make up any classes. It was a nice visit, brief but nice. The kids were able to get a tuck in at bed time, which of course comes with kisses and cuddles. It wasn't until he left that I truly began missing him.
All week long the family had been busy with gymnastics, boyscouts, dinner engagments at a friends house. So the week went by fairly quick. The weekend was the hardest, when I needed the most help. My house is still upside down. I'm not sure if it will ever be right side up! I am fortunate to be blessed with a teenager who gets the position we are in. I don't have to ask for him to load the dishwasher. He takes the initiative to clean the kitchen while I bathe the girls and get them tucked in. If there is laundry left in the machines, and there are always full machines, he rotates and folds. He keeps the garbage under control. He is a god send, my buddy, my friend. He is a good boy. Doing well in school and doesn't give me a bit of grief. I count my blessings and am very thankful.
Today I am at work and appreciate the quiet afforded me here. Today is the beginning of Week Two. Boy I can't wait to see what the small ones have in store for me this week.
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