If only those lyrics could work for today!
VT finally got his internet hooked up and was able to chat this morning. There were a few problems that damn-near ruined my day, though.
First, he woke me up at 5:45 AM, which is approximately 8:15 PM his time and wouldn't be so bad if I had actually gone to sleep at a decent hour. But for some reason, it takes me forever to fall asleep, then I wake up with every little noise. My son, on the other hand, fell asleep last night after watching his "Puppy Dog Movie" (Lady and the Tramp) 1.25 times.
Second, and probably most important, his connection was so terrible that by 6:30 AM, he had decided to give up. Only I was awake and my body felt like I'd been hit by a Mack Truck. I'm guessing he could feel it from 9,000 miles away, because he gave it another try and we were able to chat for a bit longer.
But after that, nothing felt right. I was exhausted, but the day had already started. I took Nik to school, came back, did some laundry and a little bit of house keeping and then it was time for me to get ready for work. I attempted to make dinner before I left, but the ground beef that I had thawed must have been put up in the freezer bad. It was green when I tried to cook with it.
About thirty minutes before I needed to be at work (it takes five to get home, mind you), the neighbor comes home with her house rattling sound system and proceeds to blare R&B for the entire island. Her system sounds like she bought a $10 boom box at Wal-Mart and hooked it up to her factory car stereo. It bothered me so bad that I left for work early and spent several minutes listening to Kenny Chesney and trying to enjoy the tropical breeze. And cried.
It's been such a teary emotional day. I know it's because I'm exhausted, but I don't know what to do. If I take anything, even something as simple as Tylenol PM I'm out so hard that I wouldn't be able to help Nik in an emergency. So Tylenol PM is not an option.
As I type this, I am almost falling asleep. Nik is in the bath, and I laid out his clothes on his bed just in case I fell asleep before he decided to get out.
But how am I doing with the deployment? My answer for everyone is that I'm staying busy. And I haven't really thought about it much until today. And when I did, it reminded me of a person I don't want to be ever again. I will not be depressed about this. I will function for my child. It is not like we signed up for the Army thinking that he'd never deploy. Heck, we knew he would and thought he would right from AIT, so six months (five really because of NTC) in paradise before the deployment was just a bonus, right?
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