Side Note:

Side Note:
For those who haven't figured it out, or haven't been here: The titles of most of the blogs here are song lyrics. If you google them, it should take you to the song and the song is good to listen to before, during, or after reading to help set the tone of the blog. I find music to be very cohesive with reading and writing.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

So Are The Days of Our Lives...

We're back to normal now. No more hogging Erik, the Army has decided that leave is over and they get him back now.
It's sort of an unwanted sobering. You see, this is my realization that it is the new year and Erik is working and soon, anytime now, actually, he will be deploying. He's entered "trained and ready" status and that means whenever they want him, they get him. I'm not sure if I'm ready, but then again no one cares if I'm ready. Besides, what is ready anyway? When am I ever going to be ready to send my husband overseas, into harm's way, and worry each and ever second of every day and ache from missing him? Not going to happen. I've almost adopted the "maybe if it's sooner it won't be so bad" attitude. I see it almost like ripping off a Band-aid. Grab one end and rip fast to get it over with, right? But at the same time I guess there's this tiny (and stupid) part of me that just hopes and hopes that if it gets put off maybe he won't have to go at all. (Because clearly, world peace is practical and in reach. So that's realistic. Yeah.)
In other news: Its been snowing again. All day, in fact. Other than the mess and cold, I really do think the snow is pretty. And the fact that they do an outstanding job managing the snow here is even better, I truly commend them. Plows sweep by almost every couple of hours on the heavier days and salt and brine are always down to do what can be done. Lucky for me, I'm inside most of the time anyways so I don't complain too much about the snow other than the hike through it or wading through it to get to the mailboxes down the road or shoveling to help Erik or the occasion of Rory being a princess and refusing to go out to potty alone.
I feel like baking.


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