My days fluctuate between one of two scenarios:
1. I want to curl up into a fetal position in the middle of the kitchen floor until this deployment is over. I want to say “I’m done, I don’t want to do this anymore!” like I did in the middle of labor with my 2nd child (by the way, that didn’t work, I still continued and delivered the baby 5 minutes later).
2. I say to myself “Wow! I can do this! Look how long it’s been…I never thought I’d make it this far”
This weekend I had a couple days from scenario #1. Thankfully, due to a lot of prayer and a few adorable children, today was closer to scenario #2.