This blog is written for him

This blog is written for him

Sonntag, 17. Juli 2011

Leaving in a haste

It's been a few days and as always, life just continues as if nothing major just happened in my personal life. Life doesn't seem to care too much about who I am missing or what occupies my mind. It just doesn't seem fair at times how the world keeps turning and demands my time while my own world has been turned upside down. But again, this might also be a good thing. Time seems to fly on my end. So much to do and so much to take care of. Our home school needed my full attention on Wednesday. Books and science kits and curriculum needed to be ordered and so I spent hours doing that. It feels like Christmas everytime I get to order something and I know once the packages get here, I will be happier than celebrating Christmas and birthdays on the same day. Not so sure how the kids feel, but hey I am happy when I get our school stuff.
Today I am heading for that dreaded meeting with the SGT Major. Before we get out of the car and into the building we pray. Then we make our way into the lions den. The meeting doesn't work out so well. I feel like I have been ordered here to listen and not to speak. I am constantly interrupted and finally I give in. Tears well up in my eyes, but I don't want my kids to get worried. As I leave his office desperation has me shaking. I dial our FRL's number and he is not happy about what was said. Hope is raising again. Maybe somebody does care... He is unable to help me today, but promiss to look into this first thing Monday morning.
After this initial shock I just want to get out. We storm into the house and start on our mission of getting the house cleaned up and pack up for our vacation with Oma. I pray to not encounter traffic jams and for safety on the road. Within an hour we are ready to go. Lael falls alseep as soon as we drive off and I hope she stays sleep for the rest of the drive.
Lael wakes up an hour into the drive. Nothing soothes her and I have no choice but to pull over for a nursing and potty break. I am tired of driving and still have another 2 hours to go. Having you drive all the time has me soft on having to drive long distances. Usually I would be able to go to sleep during those three hours. As I strap Lael back into her car seat and whisper another prayer and we are on the road again. Little lady complains for a bit but finally drifts back off to sleep.
It feels good to have my sister and mother around as we reach Omas home. I am thankful that we've made it before midnight and most of all that we've made it safe.

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