So Tired

This life is exhausting. I knew what I was signing up for, but sometimes the reality can be overbearing.

Specifically during a time of war, your focus is primarily on getting your soldier home safely and what you would do if God forbid anything were to happen to them. How your life would go on? How could you look your children in the eye and tell them their father was gone? How could you continue to love a country that you sacrificed everything for and got nothing but heartache in return? I would like to believe that God has a plan, the end justifies the means, and the honor one would feel from knowing your soldier gave everything for your safety would be enough. But I can't.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying anything derogatory about my country, the military or the war. I'm just saying that I'm tired. I'm tired of not knowing when the next phone call will be. I'm tired of consoling my children when somebody says something stupid about the war, and I'm tired of being surrounded in pain.

In the last 10 years, I've seen more death than most people see in a lifetime. It's getting harder and harder to justify the life that takes so much from you.

I'm tired of feeling guilty because I'm thankful it wasn't my soldier...this time.

There are times, I can't look at other wives, knowing the amount of pain they are feeling, whether its the death of their soldier, the seperation of deployment, or the illness they are suffering alone, and feeling relieved that its not me...this time.

How screwed up of a life does one have, when the thing they are most thankful for is that it's somebody else thats suffering? Or that you feel guilty for feeling that way?

I know that at anytime, I could get that knock on the door and my life would be changed forever.

Being a soldier is tough, but try being a soldier's wife.

The Last Supper

Tomorrow will be one of the many Thanksgivings we spend without our soldier. It almost seems like a holiday tradition at this point to tell them Happy Thanksgiving via webcam. Sure the kids and I will usually make a large meal with turkey and all the trimmings. I'm not sure why, since 2 of my 3 kids refuse to eat meat and my oldest continues to ask random question about why you put chopped up bread in a dead birds butt. Good Times.

The reason we celebrate Thanksgiving depends upon whom you ask. Some say it was to celebrate a bountiful harvest, some say it was to celebrate with the indians for helping them to survive during a harsh winter, for some it's just a way to give thanks for all blessings received.

Although, I love the idea of a holiday that the success or failure depends upon your ability to eat as much as you can, I do find the idea of Thanksgiving a little ironic. One would expect that a bountiful harvest, a large feast with family and friends is the beginning of a wonderful story. But, thats not necessarily the truth.

Throughout history, all great tragedies begin with a feast.

There is of course, the Last Supper. I'm pretty sure that didn't turn out too well for Jesus.
The Ides of March, Ceaser didn't fair too well on this one, but he inspired an awesome salad.
Then we have Thanksgiving of course, were we celebrated and feasted with our Native American friends for 3 days. Then gave them blankets laced with smallpox, took their land and forced them into slavery. But hey, atleast there's no hard feelings??? lol

Then of course, we have the "family gathering". Thanksgiving is a popular holiday for the dysfunctional family feud. Maybe its the close quarters without Christmas cheer, something in the turkey, or the excitement of pumpkin pie but, Thanksgiving is the day we gather, and say thank you because we don't have to see our relatives until Christmas. (not my family of course, because we are perfect and I love them bunches, lol)

Drive Thru-Pharmacy?

I decided I was going to get the jump on the pharmacy crowd and get there shortly after opening. I was so excited, today was not going to be a 3 hour wait!
I get my number, there's only 11 people ahead of me, and 5 windows open. Woohoo!!

No logically, this led me to believe my visit to the pharmacy would be a quick one.
Apparently, the pharmacy, is where logic goes to die.

It took me approximately 57 minutes to get my prescription from start to finish. In that amount of time, I was able to use my imagination a bit, to wonder what life is like for some of the other pharmacy "contestants". (I say contestants because when your number is called, you feel like you've just won the lottery and have to fight the urge to yell "I won, I won")

I'm looking around, and I'm thinking......some of these people REALLY need their medications so please hurry! There were several I could imagine them driving their car through the front door, creating a desperately needed drive-thru. I'm thinking they probably aren't the best choice to keep waiting.

There were the older population, the ones who looked like their ticket would be punched before their number was called. The one with the oxygen mask grabbing his chest looked promising.

The ones talking to themselves are always fun. I'm starting to believe their imaginary friends just don't like me much. Snobs!

My favorite are the sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever, sore throat, God please give my my medicine so I can rest crowd. Although I feel deeply for these contestants, and I hate that anyone feels that way....I want to spray them with Lysol as they walk through the door. (relax, I wouldn't actually do it!)

I understand that is a place that sick people go to get medicine and blah, blah, blah. But stay away from me. I have enough issues without the flu, whooping cough, monkey pox, Ebola virus, or what ever viral atrocity they're toting around.

So I guess, until somebody goes off the deep end and creates the drive-thru, I will visit the pharmacy with a smile on my face. Because I know that the more time I spend there, and they get to truly know me, all those imaginary people will want to be my friend.

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired

Probably the worse thing about being an Army wife during a deployment, is illness.
Being sick, while having small children is hard for anyone. Then take away the only other person, who can assist in your recovery. It has a tendency to magnify the problem.

I don't remember the last time, I got to sleep in when fighting the flu. Had someone bring me ice for that newly broken foot (yeah that happens a lot, lol), or even brought me something to dull the pain of that newly formed migraine.

I've been relatively ill for about the past month now. Between medications, pain, and down right discomfort I spend more time vomiting than I do resting. I would give anything to have one morning where I didn't have to go through it alone.

I understand, duty to country. I understand that its his job that allows me to have the healthcare to have my medical issues treated, and I understand that if he could be here he would. But sometimes, that isn't much to hold onto.

In general, I believe the saying "and this too shall pass". But when you are in such severe pain you can't function, you can't take pain medication because you have 3 small children who depend on you to be coherant, and the only relief you can get is through prayer, philosophy is the last thing on your mind.

I'm lucky enough, that my family is less than a days drive so if worse comes to worse I know I can depend on them to help. I know that I can call my mother at any time and she will be at more door within a day. But some of us, don't have that luxury.

Some Army wives are across the world from their loved ones. Whether they are an American stationed in Germany, or a Korean who married an American soldier, they are alone. They face illness, tragedy and pain without the support of anyone, on a daily basis.

I met a Hungarian woman, the other day. She has been dealing with medical issues of her own, her American soldier spouse is in Afghanistan as well. I just couldn't help but feel the pain she must feel. Being all alone across the world, and ill.
I can't imagine being alone in a new country, sick, not knowing anyone and trying to cope with this lifestyle.

I just wish I could go through one day without thinking I am sick and tired, of being sick and tired. It would be nice, if for once I had somebody to fall into, when it got to be too much. I would love for somebody to tell me that its all going to be ok, make a nearly bi-weekly trip to the pharmacy for me, or even drive me to one of my 4-5 doctor appoints each month.

I guess such is the life of an Army wife, we play the hands we're dealt.

I Miss GW

Now somebody's gonna open this up just because they think I've lost my mind and they feel the need to see how stupid I truly am, I can save you the trouble....I miss GW.

Let me explain....

I'm not saying I have a problem with Obama. I'm just saying when he addresses the nation I get about as excited as a narcoleptic with a sleeping pill. I think I may have gotten more than a little spoiled with our previous Presidents.

Lets starts with GW Bush:
You just never knew what was going to come out of his mouth. Sometimes I tuned in just out of sheer curiosity. I thought maybe, just maybe today will be the day he walks up to the podium, wearing one of those cowboy suits all little boys had in the 70s. The one with the blue vest and the red fringe. Saying something stupid, like "I'm rubber and your glue, what ever you say is gonna get you sticky, cause glue's sticky". Then he was going to declare war on Mexico, because the price of Tequila is outragous.

Then lets go to Bill Clinton:
I just knew if I watched long enough, I'd see a couple of pole dancers in the background, a Federal mandate making McDonalds establish a delivery service or even a lap dance by Helen Thomas. I thought maybe, Hilary would be pushed to the breaking point and kung fu his ass during the Presidential address. But still I was let down.

George H Bush:
His speeches did have a certain flair.
NO NEW TAXES, "Making the US a Kinder, Gentler nation", and Trickle Down. Hmm..I guess its hereditary?
I do in all honesty however, believe Barbara Bush was one of the most influential First Ladies we've ever had. Second only to Eleanor Roosevelt.

Ronald Reagan:
I was only 5 when he took office so I don't remember much about this one unfortunately. I know when he addressed the nation however, the world seemed to stop. He had a commanding presence if anything else. Yet he had that gentleness about him that made everybody feel at ease. I, of course remember, the Berlin Wall, end of the Cold war and all of the major accomplishments during his presidency.

Like I said, I'm not knocking Obama. I just think the most exciting thing he's ever said was that he looked like he was "bowling for the Special Olympics". Maybe if he'd say something like "mission accomplished, while allowing Dr's to practice their love of women", I'd be a little more receptive. I mean really, declaring 57 states will only get you by for so long Obama.