Midday Wednesday is my Mecca. I'm almost there. We have six full family days until his next trip! It's much shorter than this training time, but I think since he was gone twenty some odd days, he should be home at least ten, right? Oh well...
Even though I know he wouldn't say a word about the state of uncleanliness should the house be untidy, I have already begun the clean-up. The attempt to make myself as Donna Reed-esqe looking as possible. "Looking" being the key word, because I've obviously made it quite clear from the daily accounts of our fiasco ridden existence that I am no Donna Reed. A girl can pretend, though...
The past few weeks didn't turn out as I expected, but I've learned a lot about myself as a parent and I've had to work through and re-think some things and I think it's been productive overall. I hope.
Two more days to hang on until my brief reprieve where we are together for our "weekend" or I should call it "month end" because that's what it is. Rolling down the hill is so much easier than struggling up it!
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