I would like to say that we all have it under control over here. We are all frolicking in the happiness that exists in a perfect life where perfect things happen all the freakin’ perfect time. However, my silence is much more attributed to the onslaught of suck that has been happening in these parts recently.
And that onslaught of suck has filled my plate right up. And the suck, well, I just can’t seem to blog about it. Honestly, I have no right to blog about it. It’s all personal family stuff best left for the confines of our own trusted circles. Unless of course you are reading this blog and you are a recruiter. A recruiter who is looking for a man with military police/K9 training experience, a tour in Iraq and a tour Afghanistan (read: Veteran!) and a hard work ethic. In which case I would say, PLEASE GIVE MY HUSBAND A JOB!! THANKS!
Otherwise we are all just functioning over here. Trying to be as nice to each other as possible, telling ourselves it will all work out, and freaking out on the insides. All of our life is made up of a string of memories, one moment in time turning into a simple memory the next. I’m sure we will look back on this time, this time when it all came crashing down, all at the same time, as the time that we all became stronger people. But let’s be honest. I’m tired of the growth experience. In fact, I think I have “grown” more then I need to for my almost 33 years. Universe, let’s just hold off on the growing for a little bit, k’? This family just needs a moment, a soon to be memory, to catch our breath.