When you have trials everyone tells you the same thing...you'll look back on this and be grateful. I know what you're thinking - that I'm going to say they were wrong. Nope. Not at all.
Rick left this morning for a week long work trip to Texas. He left me with Tatiana on meds for a big ear infection and vomitting all over place. Although I'm definitely not skipping around the house singing "Count Your Many Blessings", I am able to see the situation for what it is and it's not that big of a deal.
It wasn't that long ago that Rick would leave not for a week at a time, but months at a time, and I wasn't left with one child who had an ear infection, I was left with two children who were in the hospital more than they were at home. I hated every minute of those times. I hated trying to do it all by myself and knowing that Rick wanted to help but all he could do was call. Now when Rick is gone, I am so grateful that I had those times to grow some thick skin. I can handle him gone for a week - my life goes on and I don't skip a beat. Sure I miss him, but I am able to function without him and I fully believe that's a good thing.
So to all you people who ever told me I'd look back on a crappy situation and one day be grateful, you were right. Just don't get used to me admitting it all that often.
7 comments:
You are the best, MB. I hope that your little one feels better quickly!!
I hear ya. Hopefully I'll look back on the past 4 yrs. of my life someday and be thankful for it. By the way, I had my baby last Wed. morn. 8 lbs, 5 oz. 20 1/2 in. We named him Jonathan William. I haven't blogged about him yet but will soon.
Wahoo! Congrats to you!!
MaryBeth, you are awesome!!!
I understand what you mean about growing a Thick skin, with all the Deployments and stuff that goes on during them I have grown a very Thick skin!!
I hope she gets feeling better soon!
Hope she gets better soon.
I need you to pass some of your thick skin on to me....I haven't grown it yet.
You are the best.
I don't know how I would function if Matt was gone for months at time. Any alone time would probably be spent huddled in a corner, mumbling to myself, eating my hair. You rock...I'm not grateful Matt's gone this week, and I'm counting the hours until he gets home. I'm a wimp. I hate this.
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