Yet again he's deploying and left everything for the last minute. Now i'm going to be stuck doing all this shit on top of all the other shit I already have to do. You are making it so easy to not be sad watching you go. You always pull this shit, not anymore. This was your one fucking task and it'll be your task when you get back because i'm not doing it. How else are you going to learn if I keep doing shit for you?

I am back in the boat with a lot of you on here. The thing that really got to me when he left was how the kids acted. The first deployment they screamed and cried when he left. This time they were like see ya later dad. No tears, no screaming, just calm. It scares me how easily they let him go.

She has been at my house every single day since my husband left. Every single damn day.

I had a blast with the kids in our really small kiddie pool. It was nice and refreshing to be like a kid again. Of course my casper white self is now red but it was still fun.

Fuck! No combat pay this check either. Why does everyone in my family have to have a July birthday?

I'm going to try and put a kit together full of all the things my school aged child could end up needing. In this box I will have a head lice kit, pink eye drops, cough medicine, cough drops, and calamine lotion. I'd rather be prepared instead of having him suffer until the next day when I can go out and get what he needs.

Ok who was the douche that thought making a size XL into a clingy style shirt was a good idea? I buy the XL to hide my chub not show it off. I'm having one hell of a time trying to find a normal damn shirt that doesn't cling to me.

Finally got my son's diagnosis: PDD.

Just had the best time doing homework with my son. This week's focus is on letter U words, draw pictures and write sentences for them. I had him draw Uranus and told him what it was. In his serious little voice he asks "that's my anus?" He didn't understand the Ur sound was part of the word and thought I was calling him an anus. I still haven't stopped laughing.

Ok this has been bugging me since November. School had just got out and I was walking my kids home when I seen a woman roll her ankle pretty badly as she stepped of the curb. Went over and tried to help her and she didn't even acknowledge me. Offered to run and get the school nurse or call someone for her and got no response. No thank you for trying to help her and trying to keep her kids calm. Nothing, she ignored me the whole time. I don't know why it bothers me so much and for this long but I still think about it and it bothers me.