Yes, it’s been a while since a JRTC update. Well, you know that sleeplessness we’d had in the house last update? It went on for another few days, bringing the total to 6 sleepless nights. I swear, it’s like there was a newborn in this house or something.
So I’m up at 1:00 with Chase.
2:00 am with Brody… and he’s singing… What?
FloRida. Yeah, because I’m like… the best mom ever. Hey, we like to jam out in the car, and plus, I like to think it’s really this version he’s going for:
So I put him back to bed, and I go back to sleep myself. You know, for about another hour or so, until he’s kicking the wall rhythmically in time with some Good Charlotte. He’s moved onto Dance Floor Anthem.
So basically, now I’m all:
I’m up another two times in the next hour, and all I’m thinking is:
So back to bed he goes, again, and again, until all the kids are up around 5:30 and fighting before I can even get the coffee on. And I’m thinking… This is too freaking early.
Where usually the house runs on a strict schedule, I’m up 2 hours early, vacuuming up an entire box of lucky charms off the kitchen floor, thinking:
Basically I’m sleep-deprived and slightly insane, just to put you into reference. Now here’s the delightful part: Jason was able to leave JRTC a day early.
And he says… “I should be home Thursday….”
So Thursday comes, and there’s weather… and he’s all… “I’ll be home Friday…” One more day isn’t so bad, so now I’m all….
Well, Friday comes, and YUP… more bad weather, so he says, “I should be home tomorrow,” and now I’m all:
But the problem is: Now our little boy thinks it will happen.
So Friday… Oh Friday. Friday, amazing things start happening for me with writing, and he’s not here. He’s not here to celebrate with me. And I realize, that in the last few years, I’ve graduated college, bought a house, moved into the house, dealt with a brain-tumor scare with Brody… and I’ve been alone. And I have a slight breakdown on my friend, The Mad-Painter. I know I’m not the first woman to do these things, and I realize how whiny it sounds, but while in the throes of it, well, it feels freaking awful.
And then Jason tells me he can’t make it home today… maybe tomorrow. And then I’m all:
And usually, I’m pretty strong, and capable, and self-sufficient. But just this time, I break down into tears, and all I’m saying to Jason is basically:
But then, I have to tell Aaron he won’t make today, and I’m kinda:
But I man-up and do it… and what does our precious almost-ten-year-old say? “God, I hate him… I mean, this. I hate THIS.”
And now Mama is looking like this:
And I feel it, the resentment growing in him, and this time… I don’t blame him. Jason’s deploying soon, and every day he spends weather delayed is one less day we get with him, and one day closer to deployment. The weather is literally stealing our time.
And because of that, we both tell the kids seven more years. Seven more years and he will be retired. No more deployments or TDY’s…. No more waiting.