Jen Hatmaker once wrote a tongue in cheek blog about how to be awesome at everything where she advised the aspiring blogger to "blog sporadically"
Apparently I've taken that advice to heart.
It's not that I don't have things to say. It's not that I don't create blogs in my head. There are days where the words are so many it feels like they'll bust if I don't get them out of my brain...and by the time I get home, I'm too tired to put the words in coherent order.
And then there are days that there is this crazy overflow of emotion and I feel like if I open up a blog post, I'll just BLAH all over it...
Trey leaves in eight weeks. My baby is leaving home. He is joining the Marines. Specifically, he is joining the Marines to be in infantry...you know...that thing where you shoot at people and they shoot back. And every day I watch the news and I'm just not sure we can trust that we are going to get to stay out of the mess and I'm not sure if we should stay out of the mess. The only thing I know is that my baby boy will be one of the ones caught up in it if we go.
And I look at him playing with his dog or sleeping on the couch and all I can think is "where in the world did the time go?" I realize that we raise them to grow up and leave home...but it just seems like it happened so fast!
Eight weeks. Two months. It puts so many things in perspective. I've actually went shopping with him twice. Shopping! You guys...ugh. But worth it. And it's funny because he'll leave his freaking dirty dishes in the sink again and I want to be all like "Dewey Wallace Battles! Blah, Blah, CLEAN, Blah!" but I decide maybe that's not the best way to spend what time we have left before he ships out so I just put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.
Okay...and then there are the days that I decide if he can move out, join the Marine Corps and choose infantry then he can freaking do his dishes like he is supposed to!!!
So...I'm a mess. But as usual, both my kids love me anyway. My friends give me grace. The show and homework distract me. My boss' wife has promised to bring their baby to the office the day he ships out to distract me. And we're making the next two months as fun as possible including a trip to Arlington and-hopefully-one to Orlando.
God bless military mothers! You are my heroes!