A Little Break

As usual, I'm not sure where the past week has gone. I have had plenty to blog about, have taken lots of pictures, but alas, have not made the time to sit down and write. I'm going to go ahead and blame some of it on the evil Facebook...unfortunately that has been taking up whatever computer time I've been allowing myself. All I can say it, I cannot believe some of the people I've been able to reconnect with...it really is pretty fun, not to mention, an easy way to keep in touch.

I turned 37 years old this week. My favorite numbers are 3 and 7, so I have a feeling this is going to be a lovely year. My husband took it upon himself to take the day off on Tuesday, so that I could enjoy a day off. He did the school shuttling, diaper-changing, peace-keeping, meal preparation, and everything else I normally do. It was heavenly. After dropping Camden off at school in the morning, he came home and informed me that I would be going to the local spa for an hour-long massage in the afternoon. It was great, and I have decided that if I ever win the lottery, I am running out to hire my own personal massage therapist. When I returned home, Steve was preparing dinner - - pork chops stuffed with shallots, feta, mushrooms, and rosemary - - they were delicious. He even made me a key lime pie (from scratch, no less). It was a really, really wonderful day. The piece de resistance came late in the evening, when Steve came to me and said, "I can see why you are frequently at the end of your rope, by the time I get home from work at night!" Everyone needs a little validation every now and then, don't they?

I made the executive decision to keep Camden home from school today, as he's been fighting a cold all week and just seems a little, well, puny this morning. He's not running a fever, but is just not himself, so I think a day of pajama-wearing is in order. Unfortunately, we will have to miss out on Music & Movement, as well as a brand new play group we are joining, but I'm pretty sure the other mothers involved do not want a snuffly 5-year-old coughing all over their children. There is always next week!

I've found myself in a bit of a funk over this article, which appeared in the Idaho Statesman yesterday morning. The information in the article is nothing I didn't already know, but for some reason, seeing it in print gets my stomach all in knots. Granted, it is not a sure thing at this point, but, as I told Steve, I've been living in denial about the possibility of another deployment. The last deployment was a bit different - - Camden was only a year old at the time it started, and now, he cannot remember it even happening. With this deployment, the boys will be 7 and 4, and it will be much different - - for them, and for Steve.

My little boys and I are gearing up for a long month - - Steve is gone for four of the next five weekends, so we are going to be missing Daddy. We will be keeping busy though, so hopefully the time will fly!

Come back tomorrow, to read about my adventures in making homemade marshmallows....