Monday, May 30, 2011

Normally...

Normally I don't like to complain... and this isn't really a complaint per se, so much as it is a small discourse on being grateful. ...I think.

I am now officially 2 weeks post deployment. I never talked about deployment and separation during the fact because I don't like to publicize when we're here alone. It weirds me out.

Having Matt home is amazing and wonderful. And a little surreal. It's nice having someone else to take the trash out. And play with the kids at the park. And let me take naps. I didn't like to complain about him being gone or doing everything on my own because I feel like that's a crappy tactic. We chose this lot in life together. Being there for our kids and filling in when Daddy is away is my job. I never thought it'd be a cake walk. I'm not going to simper and complain about how hard it is. You just take one day at a time and do what you gotta do.

But dang it's nice that it's over. Xander has a new hero. Or an old hero restored. I'm not sure, probably a bit of both. But he's super stoked and thinks Matt is the best thing in the whole world (I have to agree). I love it. I love watching the girls pal around with him. They think everything he does is amazing. It makes my heart happy.

Friday, May 06, 2011

Lessons

This blog is like a lesson in neglect. I have had no motivation or inclination to write lately.

Today I took the kids to the beach. We doubled up on school yesterday so that we could take today off and just have fun. Adrienne made her first Confession this evening, and Sunday she will make her First Holy Communion.  I figured that's something worth celebrating. It was a windy day, and the wind was chillier than it's been in a long time. We still had a blast. Xander started the day out running from the breaking waves. By the time we left he was cackling and giddy letting them splash up to his ankles. The girls ran back and forth, we found 7 dead jellyfish. Rarely do we see one, 7 was crazy.

I hurt my shoulder picking Xander up during Holy Week. I've been a lazy wretch ever since, barely working out. The last couple days I've been trying to pick up the pace as much as possible. I hate this lazy feeling. I find this humorous since I never used to work out at all, but since getting into the swing of my 5 days a week I don't like letting it slide. I still can't do weights, but I'll do what I can until my shoulder gets back to normal.