Diary of a Wimpy Mom entry 1

Dear Diary,      October 17, 2018 Wednesday
 I guess blogs are totally non existant anymore or at least not the cool thing. And I'm totally ok with that to be honest. I am a Mom of 4 rather young children so to want to do the cool thing would be just a little silly. Maybe I am silly, but not that way. I already have a blog; so why start another? Well, let me tell you why. My husband who I have been married to for 12 years just left on our very first deployment far far away for at least the next 6 months. They say writing is therapeutic so I thought I'd give it a go. Nephi in the Book of Mormon wrote two records. One about the history of his people and one the more spiritual feelings he had. So I guess my family blog is my record and this one is my "feelings" blog. Laugh away, I am right now as I type it out. And, I guess I'm writing so I can give my sweet husband something to laugh about.

  Why is the blog called (Diary of a Wimpy Mom)? Well because I am a wimpy Mom. At least when I write on here I probably will always feel like a wimpy Mom. If you know me you will think, "Oh Sharice you're not wimpy, your a doctors wife and a military wife, you can't possibly have a wimpy gene in your body". Think again. Or maybe it just sounds cool. But, mostly I feel wimpy and writing it out might make me not wimpy.

 This is the beginning of our deployment story. We found out in May and honestly it wasn't that big of a shock. Whenever something could "potentially" happen for us in the military it usually did. My husband is an anesthesiologist for the United States Air Force and sometimes it seems like "luck" is not on our side.

   With all that however we felt really lucky to know almost 6 months in advance that he would be leaving. So many people have very little notice before they leave. We got to move houses, take a huge test, visit family, graduate residency, go on a vacation and have almost an entire month to hang out together before he left. It was quite awesome looking back. You would think that knowing 6 months in advance that he would be deploying that they would get his orders to him with a fairly good notice. That was not the case for us. We literally didn't know when he would leave until about 15 hours before he left...

That was our day yesterday. Hurry up and wait. We do that so often now it is a quote on our wall. At 3 pm he got the call to grab his orders and that mad dash began. It's a good thing that we are such organized, type A, crazy people who pack well in advance and have our check lists complete.

His flight was first thing in the morning. 8 am to be precise, which means we left at 6 am for the airport. I'm leaving out so many awesome details and I just don't care anymore. So be it. I'm tired from being up anxiously awaiting today almost the whole night. Last night he blessed our children and myself. "We do that in our church, it's pretty amazing." We got the kids and I our own special dog tags with a quote on it that is our school year quote to help us through the year. We got the kids a special picture framed with just them and their Dad to keep by their beds. It was so sweet and he is so sweet to our family.

This morning I won't forget though. My sweet husband. We loaded in our van. He prayed for us. We drove. Anxious. Knowing and yet not knowing what would happen. I have to say it went pretty perfect. Just how I wanted it to go. You play these scenes out in your mind so many times. Then, that creates expectations that mostly lead to disappointment when they don't turn out like the movie in your head. This was not one of those times.

We got great parking and with military bags and 4 children in tow let me say how awesome and a blessing that was. We walked him into the building. We found a quiet nook. I went to take a picture of the kids and their Dad. A sweet gentleman asked if he could take the picture and I actually got to be in the photo. I had prayed that would happen. My sweet husband hugged each of his children. He hugged me. We kissed. Elara covered her eyes. We cried. We cheered each other on. We went to leave and he asked for one more kiss. Our eyes were red and we walked in separate directions.

The kids were giddy and ready to go eat some yummy food because I promised them IHOP before school. We made it to our car easy peasy. Connor pushed the assistance button in the elevator for the first time. My dreaded nightmare happened. Guess what?! Nothing happened. It turned on and we walked away. I laughed inside because I faced a fear and lived through it.

We got to the van. The kids loaded in and then Connor yelled at me. "Not you Mom, DAD. I want Daddy!" Oh great, I thought in my head. It has already begun. With teary eyes I had to explain again that Daddy was leaving on an airplane for a long time and Mom was all that was here and can I help him with his seat belt. I think the airplane seemed exciting because he let me. And I bribed him with pancakes. That always helps. The girls were excited for the food. Can you guess who most? Yup, Eden. Eden was ready to eat. Elara's eyes were hurting. Kael was melancholy.

Just how I imagined. The drive was uneventful except every airplane in the sky must be Dad's.
We took our sweet time at IHOP and just enjoyed being together. We shared a hot chocolate. I got Elara an orange juice. The kids picked their own meal and it was just nice to be together. Having fun eating lots and lots of carbs.

We were only 5 minutes late to school. I got the I don't care my husband is deployed attitude down great I think. We went home and I turned on Paw Patrol for Connor. I had every intention of reading my scriptures. Opened them up and was ready to go and my eyelids got heavy. It was a much needed reprieve from the day. I volunteered at Elara's class. I had a friend call. She didn't know Derek had left, she was just checking in but wanted to invite us to dinner. Another friend texted and invited us to dinner. Two dinner invites in one day. This girl is blessed with great friends. We are doing pizza because I am over activity days for the girls tonight and it is going to be busy. Busy is good.

I picked up Connor from my other friends house and decided it was time to start writing. I don't know when Wimpy Husband will be able to read this, but it is written and begun. I can call him wimpy husband even though you think I shouldn't. You see even though he is a Man Man and is a doctor, and in the military he is wimpy. He cried when he left. There, see he must be wimpy. I bawled like a baby so I get wimpy Mom. Does sarcasm work when you write? Because I'm not very good at it when I speak it, so it probably doesn't work here. Hmmmm. I'll probably have to come up with a code word for wimpy husband because it just isn't working... Hottest man alive... MilitaryDocsHots..... Sexyscrubguy....

It's a work in progress and I've got at least 6 months to come up with it...

Till next time diary.

Yours for at least 6 months,
Wimpy Mom