The kids and I just dropped Randy off at the airport. He's going to San Diego for a training mission for 1 week. (Training Mission- US Navy code for playing golf with a 6 hour seminar thrown in each day) Just kidding... Kinda.
Wyatt's sad. Lip sticking out and everything. But not talking about it. If you do try to talk about him being sad Daddy left he changes the subject to his good ole' standby ... light bulbs. So... he's confused and disturbed by it. We went and bought mint oreos and pizza, and he's lookin a little brighter (ok.... So I know going to eat junk food is a pretty crappy parent behavior to fling onto your child, but Im workin' without a net here. Its our first time away from Daddy where he actually is noticing his absence)
I've felt sick about this too. Well... aside from the fact that if Randy brought this little "training mission" up to me in April when he found out about it, the kids and I could have tagged along. Free rental car, free hotel, hell the only thing the kids and I would have to pay for is our food. That would have been sooooo awesome. Could have seen our friends, some family up in Fallbrook, could have shown Wyatt the Zoo, the ocean (where he used to get the sand), where we used to live, the hospital he stayed at for 3 months. (They love seeing their NICU babies all grown up) But no... Randy didn't think about that. Whole different batch of bitterness, to be had out with Randy at a later time. Maybe when I have a punch bowl on my head at a family reunion or something.
Anyway. No, I was sick that he was going to be leaving us for the first time, since we've had Emma and Wyatt is old enough to understand. It's a little harder now than it was when Wyatt was a baby and could have cared less dad was gone. This time Randy is going to be gone, is so not a long time. A week. Not long at all. Its not a 9 month deployment and I'm really disappointed in myself that I'm letting this week long trip get me down so badly. I'm a Navy wife, I'm supposed to be tough as nails and not let any emotion show, especially in front of my kids. Suck it up Sar. This is only a week, what the hell are you going to do next year when he's actually on a real deployment ? Remember those, spoiled little housewife? (6 months, 9 months, 11 months gone? What are you going to do 2 months before the actual deployment when he's out on the 3 month long "work up" mission?
Your going to crumble like a cracker under a fat guys foot. Get it together tough girl. It's just a week.
Wyatt's sad. Lip sticking out and everything. But not talking about it. If you do try to talk about him being sad Daddy left he changes the subject to his good ole' standby ... light bulbs. So... he's confused and disturbed by it. We went and bought mint oreos and pizza, and he's lookin a little brighter (ok.... So I know going to eat junk food is a pretty crappy parent behavior to fling onto your child, but Im workin' without a net here. Its our first time away from Daddy where he actually is noticing his absence)
I've felt sick about this too. Well... aside from the fact that if Randy brought this little "training mission" up to me in April when he found out about it, the kids and I could have tagged along. Free rental car, free hotel, hell the only thing the kids and I would have to pay for is our food. That would have been sooooo awesome. Could have seen our friends, some family up in Fallbrook, could have shown Wyatt the Zoo, the ocean (where he used to get the sand), where we used to live, the hospital he stayed at for 3 months. (They love seeing their NICU babies all grown up) But no... Randy didn't think about that. Whole different batch of bitterness, to be had out with Randy at a later time. Maybe when I have a punch bowl on my head at a family reunion or something.
Anyway. No, I was sick that he was going to be leaving us for the first time, since we've had Emma and Wyatt is old enough to understand. It's a little harder now than it was when Wyatt was a baby and could have cared less dad was gone. This time Randy is going to be gone, is so not a long time. A week. Not long at all. Its not a 9 month deployment and I'm really disappointed in myself that I'm letting this week long trip get me down so badly. I'm a Navy wife, I'm supposed to be tough as nails and not let any emotion show, especially in front of my kids. Suck it up Sar. This is only a week, what the hell are you going to do next year when he's actually on a real deployment ? Remember those, spoiled little housewife? (6 months, 9 months, 11 months gone? What are you going to do 2 months before the actual deployment when he's out on the 3 month long "work up" mission?
Your going to crumble like a cracker under a fat guys foot. Get it together tough girl. It's just a week.
