One week in….
It’s been exactly one week into my “adverture”. I have my moments where I ask myself “what the ______ am I doing”, but in general I am loving it. Before getting here, a bird pooped on me while looking around downtown, someone told me that is suppose to be a sign of luck. Guess I’m going to be lucky for the next six months. The job is coming is coming along, the people are great, just about everyone is easy going, smiley, and good natured. I’m tired and my feet hurt, but today, my 5th day of work, is better then my first day. I’m glad that I’ve decided to go ahead with coming, the trade off will be in the end worth it.
Back on the home front, well it’s going exactly as it has everytime Ron has gone overseas. A couple days in, he got sick, and one of the kids got sick; both with the stomach flu. One with a fever, one with ……….well lets just say he wasn’t feeling good. I guess he got to play Doctor this week around as well as mom.
The kids are doing well, I guess. DH tells me that the older one has really stepped up and is helping out at home by getting his brother dressed in the morning, in his words “all you have to do is tell him what’s for breakfast and he gets up”, that’s my Anthony, thinking of food no matter what time of day. I called Robbie yesterday after work to say hello since he’s on March Break and home alone, he seemed rather distant, or maybe it’s just because he’s a boy, pre-teen, and really doesn’t have much to say. Anthony and dh will get their calls tomorrow. Ron writes that Anthony is starting to get distant and is lacking concentration at daycare. I guess I condratdict myself when I ask myself is it worth it. My oldest has been through one tour after another and is as good for it as one that hasn’t, so what’s the difference, right?