So, my husband came home.
What a deployment, let me tell you.
I won't lie. Being left alone with two under 2 since mid-winter may be one of the hardest things I've ever done. Deployment is always hard, but with a new-new baby and a crazy 20 month old who turned into a crazy 2 year old (how's that for redundant?) while he was gone?
We're all lucky I didn't turn into a hardcore drinker.
Oh, I kid. Kinda.
But yes. He is home.
And I have never been happier to see him, if I'm being honest.
Then, well, we bought a house.
I know. I know. We're nuts.
But we were on a time crunch. Because, well, he deploys again. And I will need medication if I have to move alone with my two progeny, my giant dog, and all our stuff. So much stuff!
So we found a house, and we are moving, like, now. We're homeowners. I'm not sure who decided we were mature enough for that. Probably the same person who decided we could handle two kids. (What were they thinking?)
Oh, hold me. As some of you know, I've been blogging for five years, and you all have seen me through several moves. Suffice it to say, this isn't my most favorable of circumstances.
Luckily, we're moving like 10 minutes away, and we have drawn up about 41 different schematics and game-plans, and my husband will be nominated for sainthood any day because he's humoring my list of lists and color-coded "What We Will Pack In What Order" itinerary.
Meanwhile, Ella is so verbal and bossy and demanding, she might as well be sitting for the bar. She'd make a darn good 2-year-old lawyer. And Glory is army-crawling and getting into things and growing and, well, I blinked, and she became mobile at 5 months old.
Oh, and I'm working on getting accredited in something that's really important to me; something I have a passion for. Which I can't share yet. But I will soon.
I want life to slow down, but it's not. I've given up hope it will, and I'm just holding on now.
Which is why my presence here is, and will continue to be, sporadic.
When I can, I will. And when I can't, well, you see.
I know it's not just me. So many of us who have been working this gig pre-marriage and pre-kids are blogging less and less or not at all. We pop in and pop out. No time for commenting when read blogs.
I've debated shutting the whole dog-and-pony show down, but I just can't.
Mostly because I need this space to speak out when I can. And talk about my girls. And give a little virtual wave when necessary.
I hate it, but it's the only way I can keep going right now.
Along with parenting, moving, and living as a military spouse.
No matter how random my posts become, this is still a very special place for me, as are the people who read it.
So, in short, I appreciate your patience, if you're still reading here.
That means more than you'll ever know.