Today was hard. The kids were completely out of sorts. Normally my kids are extremely well behaved, but today… Oh today. My entire mommy world fell apart amongst endless bickering, fighting, hardheadedness, and picky eating. Add to that the fact that my house is a complete homemaking disaster and I’m less than 2 months away from my due date… and you have a completely frazzled Momma. By the end of the day I was begging my husband to come home and please take our Littles out so I could regain my sanity.
Of course as soon as they were gone (… ok maybe it was after my ears stopped ringing… ;-) I missed them. I looked around at our messy home and even though I still had laundry to wash and piles of clean-getting-wrinkly clothes on the furniture… I was thankful.
I am super fantastic excited about the progress we’ve made this week!!
We are still trudging along in The Big Purge, but now that our bedroom is cleared I couldn’t ignore a glaring problem any longer.
This is the corner of our metal bed frame. It is very sharp and very pointy. It is not safe for our Littles to run around… hence the towel covering. Continue reading
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” – G. K. Chesterson
What is it about military service that defines you to your very core?
The tightening in your chest at the sight of Old Glory. The tears that well up (but you refuse to let fall) at the sound of the National Anthem. The tears that you cannot hold back at the sound of TAPS. The need to stand at the I’m not in uniform version of parade rest (hands clasped one in front of the other both in front of your body, with feet shoulder width apart) when in civilian clothes. The awkwardness of not knowing whether you should put your hand on your heart or salute when previously mentioned things happen.
The transition from Soldier to Veteran has been has been a bit awkward and sad, but I will carry the memories of the things I learned and the people I loved during my time in service to the last of my days.
There were three females who made it through my flight school class. Molly, Jaime, and I.
Jaime Lynn Campbell KIA 7 January 2006
Last night I needed a field trip. The Littles and I had had a rough day. When the Hubs came home I begged him to take me somewhere… anywhere.
On our drive we saw this: