Okay, peeps. This little blog got nominated again this year for Military Mom Blog of the Year! How cool is that? You can vote once a day, every day for the next 19 days! Just, you know, click on the “vote for me” button there on the right… >>>>>>>>>>>
19 days is a super long time to vote, so I’ll make you a deal. If you can remember to vote every day (doesn’t have to be for me, there are GREAT military mamas there!), I’ll kick my patootie and post every day for those 19 days. Let’s hope my kids do interesting things for 19 days, eh?
No, that was not an open invitation for the deployment gnome to enter. I swear.
I will not hermit through deployment.
This was a vow I made to myself. Sounds odd, right? Well, I’m kind of a hermit. Okay, a very BIG hermit. Like if I’ve left the house for four days in a row, you can bet your butt, I’m staying in on the 5th. There’s nothing I like more than hanging out, writing and reading. Go figure, right?
This is where Jason comes in.
When Jason’s home, he’s my buffer to the outside world, willing to stop at the store on his way home from work, or run out and grab something I’ve forgotten. He knows, especially in winter up here, I just don’t want to go. I like my little cave. In my defense, maybe that’s why PCS’ing doesn’t bother me so much. My world revolves around Jason and the kids, so I can be happy wherever; location only changes the house I hermit in! 😉
My hermiting is usually a little worse when Jason is gone. Sometimes it just feels easier to lock out the world and hide away. Yes, I’m out every day at the grocery store (because eating paleo means I’m constantly out of produce), but with four little guys, I’m hesitant to do anything overly… adventurous. I’m scared I’ll lose one in a crowd, or nervous that I can’t carry all the snacks in the theater, or worried that I can’t leave the other three and take one to the bathroom. The worst part of this? The boys are the ones who struggle when he’s gone because of Brody’s nap schedule, and my own silly reluctance to let the boys go to the bathroom on their own. Yes, my hermitish tendencies tend to run amok during deployments.
Not this time.
I will not hermit. This is my vow. Jason’s been gone 7 weeks. We haven’t done too much on the adventurous side with school still in session, but we’ve made time for the park, hiking, visiting family in PA, the farmer’s market, and friends. Hey, you have to start somewhere.
But tonight, this little bit of hope eeked in that I might be able to keep this vow. I took the boys to our little village carnival (yes, we actually live in a village, and it rocks, no mocking it), and they had a blast! Sure, we juggled bathroom breaks, tons of plates and drinks, and rides with different aged little guys, but the smiles on their faces were worth every single bit of it.
Four of them. One of me. It’s going to work out. We’re going to tackle this summer’s crazy bucket list and keep busy, and happy, and distracted. We’re going to viber pictures to daddy so he can keep up in real time as much as possible, and we’re going to smile.
Yeah, there are days when I think, “I got this.”
Today was one.
I will not hermit. And neither will they.
Here’s to adventure, may it find us willing and able.