Yesterday, we spent quite some time on the phone, discussing things that are important in our marriage. It is interesting to me that these conversations usually happen over the phone when he is gone on business. Whether it is the missing each other, or the distractions that happen at home, I am not sure why it works out that these conversations are usually over the phone, but it is a joy to spend some time learning even more about each other, even after 8 years. I revel in some of the things I am told during these conversations, and am humbled by the amount of trust and open-ness, which he confesses he never envisioned having with anyone. I know I can share my inner-most soul, my deepest, darkest secrets, my every need with this man - and that there is no judgement, just understanding and compassion and love.
It is also lovely that, after almost a decade of knowing each other, there are still things to learn and appreciate about one another.
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The Girl wrote "I love my Dad" for me on my pregnant belly to text to him, then decided she needed to get in on the action and drew all - and I mean ALL - over herself to text as well. He was laughing so hard when he called that I could barely understand him. It was priceless.
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As we enter my 8th month of pregnancy, we are amazed at how fast my belly is popping out. I am working on rearranging rooms so that our girls (!!!) will share a room. Not an easy task when I am not to put more than 30 pounds of pressure on my abs. The friends who have offered to help have yet to arrive, and I am impatient a week later. I am so excited to have everything ready in case the Baby comes sooner than expected. And I cannot wait until Daddy gets home to go through the baby clothes and accessories, and the memories, as we pull out the things we saved 6 years ago. I want it perfect when he gets home (minus the painting parts, which will just have to wait).
July 31, 2010
July 19, 2010
mommy guilt
I am reminded that I had an assignment this month in my book study group = to make a list of things I may have once felt guilty aobut, or things you may think I should feel guilty about, but are actually things I will not and do not feel guilty about:
1. That I had to be reminded to make the list.
2. That I let my child stay up late so that she will sleep in so that I can sleep in, during summer vaca.
3. That I hate to clean
4. That I tell my child no. A lot. even if she cries and tells me she hates me.
5. That I put my husband at the center.
6. That I have, on more than one occasion, placed myself on the other side of a locked door until my temper cooled.
7. That I have apologized to my 6-year old.
8. That I tell her the truth, as soon as she is old enough to ask the question.
9. That I allow her to watch TV while I nap
1. That I had to be reminded to make the list.
2. That I let my child stay up late so that she will sleep in so that I can sleep in, during summer vaca.
3. That I hate to clean
4. That I tell my child no. A lot. even if she cries and tells me she hates me.
5. That I put my husband at the center.
6. That I have, on more than one occasion, placed myself on the other side of a locked door until my temper cooled.
7. That I have apologized to my 6-year old.
8. That I tell her the truth, as soon as she is old enough to ask the question.
9. That I allow her to watch TV while I nap
July 18, 2010
The cat is away
Dropped Daddy at the airport at 6 AM. We were rushed, and therefore so was the goodbye. He'll be gone for 3 weeks. Sigh.
I came home and pulled the covers over my head for a few more hours, but since the girl did not, I was awakened during every commercial for an update on the action of whatever show happened to be on.
Once I was up, the requests for pizza began, as they do every time the Daddy is away - he is NOT a fan of pizza, so we get it once a month or so. I am envisioning lots of pizza over the next few weeks. Haha
***
Ok, so about the blame game. Truly hate it. I got blamed for something I'm 100% sure I did not do, but in order to keep the peace, simply apologized for "if it was my fault" and set about helping to fix the problem. No real issue there. But when the blame did not stop and started getting ugly, I chose to stand up for myself. Note to self: not worth it. But as the trivial incident erupted into ridiculous, I reflected on the finger pointing we all are prone to. And so often, we don't know a thing about what we are really talking about. There are two sides in any disagreement and if you do not open your heart to see that, then at least refrain from sharing your one-sided judgements with me.
And the day I can actually say that out loud instead of simply walking away will either be my finest hour or my Waterloo.
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For the third or fourth year in a row, suicides among and homocides of veteran soldiers is at a record high. Just recently, we lost two more men my husband knew, one well, one an acquaintance. It makes me sick, sad, fearful. I know my husband is in as good a place emotionally as he can be right now, but there have been times of anxiety and depression. As we gear up for a new deployment, please keep these men and women in your prayers for their safe service, and safe, happy return to home.
Doesn't help that the sand around his last base was determined to contain toxic levels of several compounds that the native residents have developed tolerances to, but to which America soldiers are highly suseptible. *Surprise* And what is being done to treat these soldiers????? Yeah, that is what I thought.
***
Pizza is here.
Priorities. :)
Love, me
I came home and pulled the covers over my head for a few more hours, but since the girl did not, I was awakened during every commercial for an update on the action of whatever show happened to be on.
Once I was up, the requests for pizza began, as they do every time the Daddy is away - he is NOT a fan of pizza, so we get it once a month or so. I am envisioning lots of pizza over the next few weeks. Haha
***
Ok, so about the blame game. Truly hate it. I got blamed for something I'm 100% sure I did not do, but in order to keep the peace, simply apologized for "if it was my fault" and set about helping to fix the problem. No real issue there. But when the blame did not stop and started getting ugly, I chose to stand up for myself. Note to self: not worth it. But as the trivial incident erupted into ridiculous, I reflected on the finger pointing we all are prone to. And so often, we don't know a thing about what we are really talking about. There are two sides in any disagreement and if you do not open your heart to see that, then at least refrain from sharing your one-sided judgements with me.
And the day I can actually say that out loud instead of simply walking away will either be my finest hour or my Waterloo.
***
For the third or fourth year in a row, suicides among and homocides of veteran soldiers is at a record high. Just recently, we lost two more men my husband knew, one well, one an acquaintance. It makes me sick, sad, fearful. I know my husband is in as good a place emotionally as he can be right now, but there have been times of anxiety and depression. As we gear up for a new deployment, please keep these men and women in your prayers for their safe service, and safe, happy return to home.
Doesn't help that the sand around his last base was determined to contain toxic levels of several compounds that the native residents have developed tolerances to, but to which America soldiers are highly suseptible. *Surprise* And what is being done to treat these soldiers????? Yeah, that is what I thought.
***
Pizza is here.
Priorities. :)
Love, me
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