Today was a beautiful day. Not as warm and I was able to do a lot of yard work. I cleaned the pool, chopped off tree branches, seeded a bare slope in the yard that has new sprinklers, and rolled the trash cans down to the curb. All the time, E3 was playing with the hose set to “trickle” and E1+E2 were playing in the mud he created. I know that I have a gardener (Ha, still cracks me up that I hired one), but I don’t pay him enough to do everything.
I’m just going along, like any other day, in denial.
Everyone tells me how strong I am…I’m not strong, just in denial.
And it’s working for me most of the time.
I had one of those calls from the sandbox tonight, you know the ones filled with static and delays.…”Hi… I love you…I made it to my destination…everyone’s OK….my truck…IED…everyone’s OK…just..truck...told to go to TMC…gotta go…love you...” end of call.
Thankfully, I was in the middle of a Spousebuzz chat and could ask what TMC meant. Troop Medical Center.
Tonight I’m very thankful
I feel like I'm going to puke, but I'm still thankful.