I'm tired and I miss my husband. In that order.
All plans to paint, shrink and email pictures, clean the kitchen, drink tea, fold laundry have evaporated into the dust of "MUST SLEEP". I even turned the tv off 3 hours ago when I started our bedtime routine. 3 hours, that's how long it took.
It is now 9:21.
My husband is off playing war games. He is probably so beat that he is running almost entirely on adrenaline. He is probably so in his element.
As much as I want to say that I long for the days...I appreciate these ones. I am proud of how I am handling the kids, and myself. I am proud that I am still standing, that I am doing this, working through, making it. It is no easy task being a mother, being a single mother, supporting my husband from afar, holding the fort.
This is no easy task at all.
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