Generally when I sit down to write, I think I have something to say or a point to make. Tonight I am sitting down to get my emotions out so I can hopefully lessen the queasy feeling in my stomach.
|Sam's expression sums up how I feel.|
(He was fearing Santa in this photo)
First and foremost, I need to write a disclaimer.... We are facing a 4 1/2 monther. In Navy standards that is short, short, short. I have several friends who have completed or are currently completing year-long IA deployments, a friend whose husband was on the ground in Afghanistan and participated in gun fights that were acknowledged on CNN. I have friends who had babies while their husbands were gone (one will be doing so during this cruise), a friend who solo-parented twins and kept down a full-time job, etc., etc., etc. This deployment is not a WORST. I do not think I'll be dealing with the WORST. But, it is 4 1/2 months without my husband, and so..... I will write about it.
|Matthew is Paul's biggest fan.|
|Getting in the Christmas spirit and|
decorating the tree.
The thing is, during the build-up to deployment I was worried about how I would wrangle three youngish kids on my own. I know it won't be easy by any stretch of the imagination, but I do know I can do it. The thing that gives me that pit in my stomach is knowing that I won't get to share the moments with Paul. I love love love him. (Which is really good, because we are married married married.) We have had a bumpy patch or two in the past few years, nothing big, just normal-two-people-married-living-in-the-same-space-trying-to-raise-three-kids-yet-maintain-some-sort-of-individuality-yet-being-married thing. But we have sorted that out and I feel like the last few months have been so fabulous. We've been on the same page, on the same team. I just don't want him to go. C'mon, really?! Do you HAVE to get on that boat???? I guess it's better than him getting court marshalled for going AWOL. Which would probably lead to him getting kicked out of the Navy, which would definitely mean we would get kicked out of military housing, which would probably mean we would move somewhere else, and if you ask me pretty much NOWHERE is as pretty as here. I would have to go get a job, the kids would have to go to daycare.... yeah, he should just go on deployment.
|Feeling sleepy after dad came home |
from work on Friday.
And speaking of "you should go on deployment" I can't really say this is a surprise..... You joined the Navy, go on a boat! Surprise! We (yes, I mean "we," as in Paul and I) did make the choice for him to apply to become a department head which we knew would mean a deployment or two. So, there really is nothing to complain about.... other that my husband not being home, not giving me hugs and kisses, not watching the kids learn new things, not spend time with our friends, not open Christmas gifts, not celebrate our anniversary with me, not take me on a date of Valentine's day, not drink green beer on St. Patrick's day, not help with the mess of dying Easter eggs with three kids. Really. It's fine. NO IT'S NOT!
Whew. It's like a tennis match in my head.
Okay, but seriously, if this lifestyle is really so tough then why do I do it? I've seen this answered many times, especially recently, on different articles and blogs. But it all comes down to the fact that I wouldn't do this for anyone except Paul. I love him more than dearly.... he is my very very best friend, and has been for a long long time. The love I have for him when he is home, is a million times stronger than the loneliness when he is away.