Change is hard. Change is constant. Change is inevitable. How you handle change, however is up to you. I did promise that I would get around to covering change, and although this will graze on it, it is not the post I promised. Look for that this weekend.
My house is a wreck. My days seem longer than usual. My fuse is a short as Daisy’s shorts used to be. My heart literally hurts, my head is swimming, and my emotions are off the charts. I recognize that is is mainly my fault. You want to know why? I DID NOT KEEP TO MY SCHEDULE! I do not cook dinner every night. I am not hungry when I get home, so I only fix something for the kids. They eat at the table, but its not the same as eating dinner as a family. I haven’t stuck to their 8 p.m. bedtime during the week, although I only vary that slightly. I have not done anything with regularity, except for attending work. I am paying for it. The kids are irritable, whiny, and all around not their usual joyous selves.
The holidays are usually busy to begin with, however I now have to add to it. I have to get back into my routine and reorganize our lives so that everything that they are used it isn’t thrown out the window. I am not the only one that struggles, nor am I the only one who recognizes this cause-and-effect relationship during deployments. Here’s an interesting article from Fort Levanworth on the same subject.
Well, I suppose I must get to work on my mess. THANK GOODNESS that my mother is visiting. I have you know that it is the first time I have seen the bottom of my laundry room floor in a very (embarrassingly) long time!
Seven Thousand Miles 'til Home 