Day 5: Pushing through

I am posting this a day late, but still from Monday- Day 5.

Today I was determined to get out and do things. I did just that. I got up, actually ate breakfast, and hung out with the kids for the morning. We then went to the pool with some friends and enjoyed the water for a while. While there, I was told that because two of my children are over 5 years old, we could not be in the wading pool that we were currently in because Daniel is, in fact, under 5. The lifeguard told me it was the rule and I tried to explain that I cannot leave my children in the pool by themselves, either way, and my son preferred the pool he could stand in. I was told again, that I had to move to the big pool with all my kids. Needless to say, I wasn't insanely happy about that. Before, Ian and I would divide and conquer. He would most likely have taken the girls to the big pool to swim and jump in, and I would have stayed with Daniel. It was just one more reminder.

We ended up having fun in the big pool. They have 2 slides there and the kids had a blast. The funniest part was watching Daniel throw himself recklessly down the slide and crash into the water just to pop up with a huge grin on his face.

We came home, took showers and waited out the rest of the hot day. We intended to go on a walk with a friend but that was derailed by Natalie's tummy hurting. So, we stayed home and all went to be early. It is quite an accomplishment, really, I am here in bed ready to shutdown everything at 9:10pm.

I have not heard from my husband in over a day and a half. I am not exactly worried, just anxious to hear from him. It is times like these, that I have to push through. I have to live life with the kids while waiting for that phone call. Lately, Ian has been FaceTime'ing me and I have felt like I have to stay in range of a wifi connection at all times. Now, I know that I have to be ok with leaving the house and hope that he can call my cell rather than just FaceTime. I know once he gets settled over there, that we can set up a communication schedule and it will make life easier. These first few weeks of sporadic communication is brutal, but again, I just have to push through.