This week

I would have said this week was fairly easy week. That was until we hit Thursday. It was like any other thursday but then I get a call from my in-laws. My mother in-law fell down the stairs and broke her wrist and banged up her hip pretty bad. Went to the E.R. and had it set and was told to come have pins place on Friday.

Friday comes around, my friend calls and asks if I can watch two of the four kids because she needs to take one of her sons to the E.R. because he was complaining of chest pains. No problem. Well, come to find out he has Pneumonia and is getting transferred to another hospital to be admitted. So she came and dropped off the youngest one. So by 2:00 I had 5 kids. Seriously out numbered, so needed by battle buddy. 4:30 Patrick decided Bag Balm needs to be all over his floor instead of the container. I want to say it was because I wasn't giving him all my attention but it's not the reason. He is just in that stage (well I'm hoping its a stage). 6:00 everyone is fed. 7:00 the youngest ones are in the bath (spaghetti is messy food). 7:30 sitting down and watching a movie. Mom comes to pick up the kids. The patient is doing much better with fluids and rest. Mother-in-law gets in and out of surgery with no complications and is home resting.

I'm hoping this coming week isn't filled with as much excitement.

Time

I've posted earlier that I would like a date but now I wish I had a little more time. I think we all get to that point. I have a list of things to do before my hubby comes home. You know that list you let slack because its just you and the kids and he isn't here to really care. Or he may not care even if he was here list. Well, we are traveling this coming week and he is suppose to return some time between the day we leave and the day we get back.

I have done some of my things on my list, but it seems to grow longer this is what my list looks like.

1. Laundry -wash and put away (never ending)
2. Get boxes our of living room (done)
3. Mop kitchen & living room (found out my Shark mop is clogged)
4. Clean bathrooms
5. Finish pulling weeds (still hasn't been done)
6. Clean up bed room
7. Get something together for a welcome home present.
1. Set up on the table (day we leave)
8. Clean upstairs (kids rooms and toy room)
9. Put Holiday cards in the mail (address, stamped and waiting to be put in the mail)

I've added somethings.

1. Make a poster
2. Drop keys of with a friend
3. Drop the cat off at the boarding 
4. Print off
1. itineraries
2. directions to the boarding place
3. Verizon wireless
5. Clean Bag Balm off the floor in Patrick's room.

I tell you this list is getting longer not shorter. I know you are looking at that last one going Bag Balm really? Yes my 3 year old decided that the whole container of bag balm would serve better purpose on his carpet than in the container. There is more to that story but will elaborate on another day. So happy my hubby is coming home soon and can enjoy these little moments. 

Expectations

I guess my expectations of this deployment would be smooth (so far has been) kind of went out the door the last couple of weeks. I've asked for a date and I got a tentative date. A date I don't really want. I want him to come home don't get me wrong. I can't wait for him to come home.

The tentative date runs along the same date that we travel for Thanksgiving. I know if he comes home before then we probably wouldn't get on the plane. The one deployment, that I have plans I can't back out of, he would come home early.

He is kind of excited if he comes home while we are gone because he can meet us at the airport. Which would floor both of our kids, it just sucks because we are the only family in the area and he won't have anyone to meet him at the gym or airport or where ever. Other than a friend's wife, which is a big weight off my shoulders. He has told me repeatedly that its ok, if we are not there. It's not ok with me. I want that first kiss. The first hug. The anticipation of homecoming.

I guess I need to adjust my expectations will be a little different this time. I guess I still can have the butterflies, the first kiss at the airport. I know Abbie will be over the moon and I don't know what Patrick will do besides run around like a mad man. I can't wait to see how it goes.