OK, it’s official. I am so done with my husband being gone. I already knew he was the solid one in the relationship, but after a week without him I am more sure than ever that he is the glue and I am all of the random pieces. The mere sight of one more broken appliance will put me over the edge.
I don’t know how single parents do it. Or military parents…seriously, you all have my mad respect.
It’s like the whole house goes into some kind of other dimension and the boys don’t get their chores done and as sweet as the girls are, they have been kind of out-of-it for the past several days. And after last week’s M-word situation, I was not sure I was the best person to be leading these troops. I am fairly sure my 8 year old would have been a better option considering I walked around afraid of my own shadow all week.
Somebody get me the biggest box of Calgon you can find.
Despite being as jumpy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs, I decided to do something bold and get up Saturday morning to take the whole crew down to the city to participate in a protest at the nearest Planned Parenthood. These rallies were taking place all around the country and we all felt we should be there.
I say it was bold because….
1. I was husbandless so that meant I was completely responsible for this crew and I think we can all see how that is going. James and I used to attend these allies fairly often when the kids were little and I remember a few of them getting pretty ugly.
2. The Van.
I was going to have to crank up the old 15-passenger van. And when I say crank, that’s pretty close to what it’s like. This old thing has so many miles on it that it could be in the Guinness Book of World Records. I don’t know how it is still working. None of us like to drive it, it putters along, the A/C doesn’t work, it smells bad, it rattles like an old roller coaster and worst of all it gets about 2.7 miles to the gallon.
We only use it for emergency family outings, and even then we look into the price of a rental car first.
But I had to use it because we outnumbered the seats in my car and James left the minivan at the airport. So we found the crank and off we went.
The event was very well organized and besides being so hot you could fry an egg on our foreheads, it went well. The 600+ people there were peaceful and very upbeat about raising awareness of what is really going on inside that facility. We saw lots of friends there and were blessed to have been a part of it.
Afterwards I decided to run a few errands. It’s not often we all go to the city together, it being over an hour away and us having to drive what basically equates to the Beverly Hillbillies’ vehicle to get there. So we ate lunch then picked up some clothes for the boys. We are going to Orlando in a few weeks for an awesome blogging event at Universal Studios called Family Forward and the boys needed shorts. I also decided to get myself a hat, which I am not sure about yet. Hats don’t like me very much.
We were all worn out from standing in the heat for 2 hours then shopping afterwards, so we drove home in the old van and collapsed. Later that night we all ate dinner in my bedroom and watched the Duck Dynasty wedding, which was adorable and I cried through almost the whole show. I love their style (except for the scraggly beards and head bandanas) and the values were so sweet. Lord, bless them.
After church on Sunday we came home and worked on a video trailer we are making for my book that comes out NEXT WEEK!!!
It’s so close y’all! Have you ordered yours yet?!
I fell asleep on Sunday night before the kids even knew I was out. They were all still awake and I just had to trust that they wouldn’t have any loud parties or burn anything because I would have slept through it all. Mama was DONE.
This week is full of more book promotions and trying to keep my sanity. Which basically describes my life in a nutshell.
Have a good one!