Today was, again, a relatively normal day. Not fabulous, but not horrible either. It had it's ups and downs. I was so proud of my oldest daughter today though. She has been pretty adament about growing her hair long enough to donate to "Locks of Love" and be able to cut it short. She has been checking the length of her hair every week to see if it is long enough. Well, today we decided it was long enough and took her to get her hair cut. She is so happy with her new look (the first time EVER with short hair) and is super proud that she is able to help sick kids.
Yesterday, my oldest daughter realized that my birthday is on Thursday and as soon as she figured that out she said, "Mommy, I need you to take me to Miss Mellissa's house today, or maybe tomorrow." I said, "Okay." She then told me it was something she had to talk to her about and was something that I did not need to know about until Thursday... She is such a goof. So, I called up my friend, gave her the gist and asked if she would help Emily out, since this was something her and her dad used to conspire together on. Mellissa agreed. Her, Emily, and Natalie went out today to "conspire." I think it is so sweet that even though Ian is gone, my daughters are not going to let my birthday just slide by.
As I sit here right now writing this blog, I am hearing Taps playing over the speaker. Hearing it I know it is 10pm and I really need to try and get to bed, because once Taps plays, I should be working on sleep so I can get up early tomorrow. I then realized how much I rely on the stupid (no offense) bugle sounds that come out of those speakers at all hours of the day. I hear chow call at 7:45am (there are other calls around 6am and 645am but not sure what those are and they only mean something to me during school days) and know I should get breakfast on the table. I hear call to work (not sure if that is Reveille or not) at 9am and I am conscious of the fact that I need to start my day of errands or chores. I hear chow call again at 11:30am and realize it is time for lunch. Retreat sounds at 5pm every weekday but Thursday, reminding me to get dinner started. And Thursdays, I am just lost and usually forget about dinner until well after 5pm because retreat sounds at 3pm for family time.
Realizing all this, I laughed and thought of Jeff Foxworthy and his signature jokes: "You might be a redneck if...." Well, this is "You know you are an Army wife when....." you live by the post's bugle calls.
2 weeks... I hit the 2 week mark. Time is starting to move along for me and I am able to make it from one hour to the next. Sun up to sun down. Reveille, to chow call, to retreat, to taps... and start all over again the next day.
Tomorrow is Thursday, my birthday. I am not dreading it, even though the love of my life isn't here to celebrate with me. I am looking forward to spending it with my kids, talking about their amazing dad, and just plain having fun.
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