Yesterday, a woman signing and dating something for me said, "July 1st! It'll be Christmas before you know it!"
I replied, "I hope so!"
I am happily looking forward to December. I re-read Bill's orders last night, and joyfully discovered I'd misunderstood them originally. I thought he was supposed to head for the States by a certain date, but actually, he's supposed to be in the States by a certain date. That makes a difference of 2 or 3 days which is a really big deal to me. It also means he has a slim, but possible chance, of being home on Christmas Day. Can you guess what will top my Santa wish list this year?
I took this picture of Bill and the kids before his ride came.
And then there's this rare shot of me and the kids. Normally I'm the photographer. My husband doesn't love me enough to photograph me regularly. I have to beg.
I filled a pretzel container from BJs with peanut butter cups. One per kid per day first thing in the morning, and when they're gone, Dad will be home. Don't tell the kids, but the jug is a tad small, so I'll be sneaking in a few pieces a day for the next month. I wanted to use Hershey Kisses, but BJs didn't have any. They are a little smaller and might have worked. I opted out of hard candy because of the baby. Peppermints would have fit. If you consider doing something like this, I think a good estimate is that the jug would hold enough candy for 2 1/2 - 3 years worth of days. That's one piece per day. Since I need 6 pieces per day (one for each kid) and Bill will be gone for 6 months, I needed something to hold three years worth. My larger pieces put me closer to the low end, but I'll finagle it. I'd have to be prepared to adjust anyway. It is better to have too much candy than too little. No kid will argue that Dad can't come home until next week because there's still candy left.
Katie has been busy making a countdown chain. She had wanted to make a countup chain, but that is 1) depressing and 2) cluttering. I had her date the links so I won't have to worry about running out. Again, if December has a few links left and Dad comes home early, she won't be upset in the least.
By the time Bill left yesterday, it was after 5 pm. We were all a little upset. Go figure. I had planned to order some pizza, but that meant we'd all sit around moaning for an hour until it got there. Instead, I loaded everybody up and we went to the pizza joint and ate there. The distraction helped, but now I'm wondering if it was such a good idea. Hey kids, I know you're sad, let's just go get some pizza and we'll all feel better. Then we'll come home and eat the leftover cake from Petey's birthday and you can have extra ice cream. Just stop crying, okay? They will already be scarred for life by being abandoned by their father for 6 months, and I've made things worse by planting the seeds that will germinate into an emotional eating disorder. Great parenting, eh?
Normal, healthy eating to resume in 6 months.