Defeated

One of my bestest girlfriends called me the other day. When I picked up the phone instead of saying hi I whined….I wish my husband was here. She immediately said oh my god! What’s wrong?! She knew, it was bad. As a Navy wife I’ve learned how to manage just about every possible situation, alone. But on that day I felt defeated. I was on day 7 of a stomach virus in our home and on that fateful day it hit me. I spent all day between the bathroom and the couch. I had no choice but to let my 2 toddler boys destroy the house. I think around lunch time I threw them a few fish sticks. It’s still fuzzy as to whether I cooked them or not. There was one point that I remember empty sippies being thrown at my back as my head was in the toilet. I was never so happy to see 20:00 come around….bedtime! Thank God by the next morning it had run its course with me and I was able to stand up to my two toddlers and fight another day. I have experienced pregnancy, birth, missed anniversaries, birthdays and holidays without my husband but the stomach flu, that was my tipping point. That experience just proved that God never gives you more than you can handle. As the stomach flu makes its visit to other military families just know, you will make it through this too!

Settled Down

My hubby is finally settled into his new duty station, about a 1,000 miles away from us. So here I am at home with the 3 boys....alone. I have come to understand the exorbent cost of daycares after being home with the kids. I want to charge my husband $800.00 a month per child for taking care of them. Luckily our oldest is in school so that leaves me with the toddlers; Monkey see and Monkey do. I want to write the producers at Bravo TV and explain to them what a real housewife is. Maybe I'm doing something wrong because I'm not spending my days at the salon or having lunch dates with girlfriends. My lunch dates consist of drive thru McDonald's with the kids in between BJ's and the grocery store. Yesterday we tearfully sent my husband back to DC after a long weekend home to celebrate the toddlers birthday. Our going away gift to him was the stomach bug. Last Thursday I spent the day in the ER with our oldest for dehydration and gastrointeritis. That was fun. I don't recommend spending a day in the ER anyway but when you add 2 toddlers to the equation it can easily turn into a nightmare. The upside is the staff was eager to get us discharged. Just as we settled into the car to leave I turn around to see the youngest vomiting in his car seat. So fast foward to Saturday...hubby comes in, we celebrate birthdays and have a great weekend. Monday morning comes around and so do the upset stomachs. So we send my husband off on a 2 hour plane ride with the stomach bug and here I stay with 3 kids and a stomach bug. Needless to say I will be postponing my day at the salon and my massage. The only rub down I'll be getting is wiping the vomit off of me.