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TDYs and Motherhood in the Trenches

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I’m told there is a book called “Motherhood in the Trenches” and I should read it. I would love to read it, only I don’t have any time, because I AM in the trenches. I heard it is funny, and it totally explains how hard it is to be a mother of young children, and keep a home, and keep your sanity. I’m told that it explains how sometimes, life with small children just means laughing at the mess and surviving. If I could read it, I bet I would laugh. I bet I would cry, too, because someone out there “gets it”. I am tired, I am impatient, I am so deeply in love with these three messy, goofy, lovey little things I call my children. Sometimes I am in over my head, in a really scary kind of way. If I could have gotten my hands on it sometime two weeks ago, when I was mucking through the bottom of my own overwhelming trench, I think it really would have made me feel better.

We were on a roll with homeschooling. I was organized, the kids were happy, and more importantly, they were learning. We got over the spring slump. And then, just when I got in a groove, the very handsome hubby was sent on a TDY.

It should have been easy, after all, it was a short trip, and I had plenty to keep myself busy. He was gone just a little less than two months. I wish I could tell you where I have been or what I have been doing, but the sad and simple truth is that I just can’t.

I know I wasn’t cleaning.

I know I wasn’t planning lessons.

I know I wasn’t keeping up with my teaching schedule.

I know I haven’t been blogging.

Heck, I wasn’t doing anything fun either.

We were surviving. Who knew that three kids, a third floor apartment, and a new home in Germany would make a simple TDY anything but easy. I have no idea what happened the last two months, but I can tell you this-

I survived the TDY. I survived my two months of  “motherhood in the trenches”.

My handsome military man is home, with his prickly facial hair, piles of laundry, and ability to make me feel giddy with one glance. He is back doing dishes when I am not paying attention, and cooking dinner when I am too tired, and making me laugh when everyday chaos makes me want to cry. He put the kids to bed tonight so I can sit here and write this blog.

I am so glad to have him here to help me get out of this rut I had been in. He’s only been home a short time, and I already feel like I can breathe again. There really isn’t much better than that!

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