Okay, so that's been many days. But today is another Monday without a post. I don't really have an excuse, either. Except for the whole Husband deploying and being stuck alone with the Monsters. But that's not even a very legitimate excuse, since the Monsters have been doing surprisingly well.
Sweet D slept through the night last night. For the first time ever. 10 straight hours. The longest she'd ever slept before was 6 hours, and that only happened 2-3 times. Usually, she sleeps one 4 hr stretch at night, and the rest is anywhere from 20 min - 2 hrs. I, of course, didn't sleep all night, but instead woke up in a panic at 4am, realizing she hadn't gotten up yet, ran frantically in her room expecting to find her dead. I'm hoping we've finally broken the over-tired cycle she's been in, and she'll maybe get on a more regular sleeping routine now. Because that's one thing about babies - if they get too tired, they can't sleep. What is wrong with you, babies?! Sometimes I get so hungry, I feel like I'm going to throw up. But I also have a penchant for throwing up. I throw up more than any non-bulimic person I've ever encountered, so I'm not sure that's the same thing.
Ant has been handling the deployment fairly well. He's an expert at distraction, which is evidently his coping method of choice. Sometimes I try to talk to him about Daddy being gone, and he abruptly changes the topic to inform me of useful tidbits such as, "lids go on our cups so the chocolate milk doesn't spill." While that IS true, it's not exactly relevant.
My dryer started making very loud noises a few months ago (but still works fine), and sometimes it makes a noise that sounds like the garage door opening. Ant runs to the top of the stairs and yells out, "Daddy's home!!" but then when I tell him that, no, it was just the dryer, he doesn't seem to care. He just shrugs it off and returns to whatever he was doing. The only times he's really seemed to really be upset about Daddy being gone are times when he's already having a meltdown - then he just throws that in there to make me feel worse.
One time (thankfully only once, so far), he was on the floor throwing a fit about something else entirely, and I was about to put him in time out, when he yelled out, "Daddy can't ever come home!" Oh jeez, how am I supposed to discipline you now?! So I calmed him down and tried to read him his Daddy Book (a photo book I made for each of the kids with pictures of them and Husband and a little story about how Daddy has to sometimes go away for a long time to keep other soldiers healthy, etc), and then he kicked me, which made disciplining him much easier.
Another time he told me Daddy "went to Holland to get money for pizza." As you can tell, he has a clear and mature understanding of what's happening. He may have been trying to say "hospital," and just forgot the word, since Daddy sometimes works in a hospital. And I do tell him that Daddy goes to work to earn money for us. Money to buy delicious pizza.
As for myself, it turns out I'm a surprisingly capable person, and this is like a macrocosm of our normal lives: when Husband is at home during the day (weekends, etc), I become immobilized and usually don't even manage to shower, much less clean or do anything else with any semblance of productivity. But when he goes to work (or to the store on weekends), I'm overcome with a sudden urge to do as many chores as possible while he's gone. Now that he isn't coming home for a few months, my motivation has turned to larger things - cleaning out and organizing the garage, building an entire playset in the backyard (my neighbors have learned that I have a filthy mouth), and I'm slowly becoming obsessed with our weed-filled lawn. I enjoy mowing and weed whacking it. I'm excited for the weather to cool down a bit so I can rent an aerator and plant grass seed. And hopefully some trees. If we had a ton of money sitting around, I'd do all our landscaping plans myself.
I'm sorry this isn't funny. Literally nothing humorous happened to me all week. I'll try better this week, or at least try to get the motivation to tell another good story from my past. I can't even come up with a short anecdote for you, because The Wiggles are singing loudly at me in the background (the only method I could come up with to keep Sweet D from smashing the keyboard, short of locking her away somewhere), and Anthony Wiggle is wearing some suggestive butterfly costume with tights, and I just can't concentrate. I may have a crush on Anthony Wiggle. There's a chance the kids don't even like this show, but I force them to watch it so I can get lost in his dreamy blue eyes. Oh, I'll tally your bananas, Anthony. Daylight come, indeed.