Ugh.

Ugh.

It has officially been a day since we dropped my husband off and said our goodbyes.

I’m not going to lie, I cried like a baby. I don’t know what came over me, I’m usually more composed and more aware of the people around me, but I just lost it. It broke my heart watching him say goodbye to our children. Then it broke my heart again as I clung to him during our final moments together. Then my heart slowly kept breaking during the 25 minute drive home.

Today has been better than I thought it would be though.



Our son is testing his limits right on schedule as he usually does when my husband leaves for an extended period of time, so I’m trying to stand my ground and maintain discipline and stability as good as I can. It’s so hard though, knowing his little heart is hurting as much as mine.

Our daughter has been her same ol’ self besides when it comes to bedtime and she refuses to let go of the recordable story book my husband recorded on for her and her brother. I really need to send him a few more to record for backups. She has played this book over and over again that it’s stalling and skipping pages already!

All in all, the emotional exhaustion and the cycle that the kids and I are going through right now, isn’t the ideal situation to be in, but I’m thankful for it because that means in a way that a lot of other military families understand, that we will be okay. These months will go by faster than we know it and when Homecoming gets here, we will link and be like, “Where did the time go?”