Lately, I've been feeling blah. I haven't felt passionate enough about anything to actually blog about it. I'm not sad, I'm not particularly happy...I'm just...well, blah.
The love of my life returns sometime in the next couple of days. I've been fairly strong for the nine months that he's been gone, but now that I know he's coming home, I'm done. I'm done doing everything by myself. I'm done taking out the trash. I'm done being alone. I'm done trying to drive in the snow. I'm done holding my 75 pound dog in my lap. I'm done counting the days until my life can begin again. I'm just done.
Just for clarification purposes, I'm not trying to be bratty or whine about my situation. I knew when I married Mark that deployment was a strong possibility. And I know that thousands of other families have it way worse than I do...I recognize that...but is it ok that I've hit my limit?
When my dark roots grow out and it's time for me to go to the salon, I make an appointment for a new color. If my hair is getting kind of shaggy, I make an appointment for a trim. However, I've noticed that my roots can be two inches long and my hair could be REALLY shaggy, but until I make the appointment, I'm in no big hurry to do anything about it. Once I get that appointment date, it never seems to come fast enough. I start looking in the mirror more to examine how horrible my hair looks, I call the salon back to see if they have anything a day sooner. I become a basket case.
Well for the last nine months, I've been ok. But now that I have the appointment date, it really can't come fast enough.