For whatever reason, this last month or so has been a tough one. It should be getting easier; after all, we're past the halfway point of DrChako's deployment. I should be happy. I mean really - who sits around at 4:55 p.m. on a Thursday, moping about how crappy the last 4 days of work have been when you're almost ready to go home and only have one day in the workweek left? (For those of you in public accounting, like me, I know this is barely the halfway point of the workweek - I'm trying to appeal to a wider audience here).
But its been the toughest so far. The kids have never seemed more unpredictable and irrational. I don't think I've fully adjusted to having this new person live in my house. The empty bed seems emptier. Work just keeps getting tougher. Friend have emotional events. Family members pass away. Cars get totaled. My patience is just about at its limits.
Then my selfish, self-pitying ass gets kicked by a few people at just the right time.
Sometimes, it is Falstaff, who, touched by the tragedy of worldwide events that hits a little closer to our hearts, takes a moment to send a wish out to my hubby.
Sometimes it is a comment, or personal e-mail from BamBam at exactly the right time.
Sometimes it is CC, who has chosen to spend his own personal mental energy to involve himself in our day to day struggles and concerns, offering up spiritual guidance on a day where it is most needed. Or providing suggestions for me to steal a car, rather than buy another used one.
Sometimes it is Betty, a kindred soul in many ways, who has touched me with her writing and reached out to me with the personal, girly communications I need to make me feel like I'm normal too. Our first drink together will be on me.
And sometimes it is just the whole community of you goofballs and having someone else's perspectives to look forward to each day.
So thank you.
Now excuse me, I think I need to go buy (steal?) a used car.