Day 3- And the hits just keep on comin

Day 3 of my husband's deployment started out ok. I was again awakened by a phone call from my husband, which immediately put me in a good mood. I had to break the news to him that I had another man in my bed... My little man, my son, Daniel. That made my hubby laugh and he wanted to see him, so it was a little treat to see his son while he slept. It was a nice conversation, short, but nice. I was then able to go back to sleep and get a few extra hours.

When I got up, finally, I was treated to waffles with strawberries on top by my best friend, Raquel, who has been with me since Ian left. She has been phenomenal. She has been helping me with the kids so I have time to just cry and/or get stuff done. I have been spolied by her insanely good cooking, but it has been very much needed as I have not had an appetite for the past three days, but Raquel has been making me eat so I can stay strong.

Today was particularily brutal. I had to make a decision that was really hard and painful without the ability to talk to my husband and have his support. I was able to lean on the support of my best friend and my mom (from a distance)... Something all Army wives learn to start doing once they marry their soldiers. I have also had to find a way to keep it from my children because they can only take one thing at a time...At times like this, being a parent really sucks. You really have to shoulder all of the pain to keep it from your children. I have been dying to talk to my husband so I can tell him about what happened, but I have not talked to him since early this morning. I utilized my support as best I could, but there still is the need of talking to my husband.

As I went through the day, my mood went downhill. I was wanting to cry off and on. So, I threw myself into cleaning the house and staying busy. I spent time with my son, building with his leggos and reading books. At the end of the night, after I was done with the chores I was working on, I had a tea party with my daughters, Raquel, and her daughter. Being able to spend some fun time with my kids, helped to get my emotions in check. I still want to talk to Ian, but was able to continue to function and not completely shut down.

Another day down.... Tomorrow is Sunday, meaning I should go to church. Not sure how I feel about that, and I know that I am going to have to answer the question "How are you?" I really don't want to answer that question. I guess we will have to see what tomorrow has to bring.

Here is to hoping I get woken up by my wonderful, amazing, handsome husband!