3 1/2 months ago I put on my big girl panties and decided to make the best of being a single parent for a few months.
Sam comes home this Thursday. 🙂 A whole month sooner than we planned (military life at it’s finest). We currently are moving next week with no where to live, losing $1,000 on this apartment because we weren’t able to give enough notice (60 days? really?), and had to pay for him to come home since the Army would only pay for him to go to El Paso. Also? Doing a DITY move because we didn’t have enough moving notice to have the Army do it for us.
Besides the obvious mess and fact that we are both stressed out trying to figure out our first PCS move, there is the fact that we did this. The excitement in having Daddy home again. The knowledge that for a while, we’ll get to be together again as a family.
So when I wrote that post after he left, I had some goals. Let’s see how I did, shall we?
Eating healthier: Check. It’s a lot easier to do this when you just won’t buy it for yourself. Never grocery shop hungry. Never.
Eating less: *sigh* Kinda check? I don’t know. I’m a stress eater. So lately, I just pick away at things as I stress out. Because that helps. ::eyeroll::
Eating all organic: Not all, but most. Organic is expensive, let’s not kid ourselves. But I’d say 80%. And when we move it’ll be a lot less because we can’t afford it as much. Fun while it lasted.
New recipes: Check. I have a few fun ones up my sleeve to share on FB once I have the time.
More active: Check. We have done almost everything there is to do in this town. We go out nearly every day to some activity.
Knitting: On and off, but yes.
Learning to do things on my own: This could be a post in itself. I was so afraid of two things happening to me while Sam was gone – a flat tire, and having a flight canceled.
Check and check. And not only did I survive them (I know, right?), but I also now know what to do should it happen again. (No please.)
These past 14 weeks alone have taught me that I have the ability to do things on my own. That when it comes down to it, I can raise our child, run our household, deal with bills and tow truck drivers and horrid airlines (I’m looking at you Delta), fly more than halfway across the country with Bella in tow, and pack almost our entire home – by myself.
So next time, when it’s longer and harder and there are no trips to see Daddy, I’ll remember this post. I’ll remember that it was hard, that I was exhausted and wondered why for the love of Moses Bella had to wake up at 6:30 every.flippin’.morning. That it sucked to have no one to cuddle with at night. That my favorite TV shows were left with me being the only one laughing. That I had to cook a meal every night for us even when I didn’t feel like it. That Bella woke up with night terrors almost every night while Sam was gone.
But her and I did it. We made it through the first round. And we can, and will, do it again.
But until then? I’m going to take a break and let him do it for a while. :p