Well we’ve reached the mid-point of our deployment.   And today I had my first real breakdown.  I feel bad, the Husband called and I didn’t even say “hello,” instead I began by blurting out; “I can’t take it anymore! I give up!”

Poor guy. As if he wasn’t already worried about my stress level, then I dump that one him.   I really am okay.   But some days are better than others, there is no doubt about it.

Today is one of the not-so-good-really-crappy-rotten-miserable days.  I am not going to sugar coat it.  Today sucks big time.

It started yesterday with the Little One puking.  At least I am finally getting smarter and have realized that for the Little One, puke generally equals ear infection.  So we only dealt with 18 hours or so of puke before getting her in to the doctor.

So in addition to her throwing up and fussing off and on all night, the Big One was having “scary dreams.”  So the small amount of time that I was actually in my bed, I had a four-year-old kicking me, pushing me and grabbing my arm to make sure I was still there.

Finally around 4 a.m.,  I couldn’t take it anymore.  I had started my 9^th load of laundry and decided I needed to kick the Big One out of my bed.  I reassured her that things were okay, and that there were no giants that were going to eat her. We made a pact to dream about the playground at La Jolla Shores.  We’d imagine the sand, the salt air, the waves rolling in and all the fun we’d have next time we went to San Diego.

I crawled back into bed and heard the dog get up and head downstairs.  It was odd;  she generally stays up in my room all night.  For a split second I thought I better go downstairs and check on her.  But I was so tired that I decided I would cleanup whatever she was chewing up once the sun came up.

Big mistake.

Oh how I wish I had to clean up a destroyed toy.  Instead I was greeted with doggie diarrhea all over the playroom. Honestly could she not have done it in the kitchen on the tile, or right by the door on a rug?  Nope, right there in the middle of the playroom.

Of course, the Husband called, just as I discovered the diarrhea.

So I was on the edge. Of course he assured me that things would get better.  Yeah right if that’s the case why did the Little One puke all over me at the doctor’s office an hour later?

So now I have more laundry to do and I need to finish scrubbing the carpet.  The good news is that the Little One has actually kept her medicine down for an hour now.  I am dreading the next phase of her recovery.  It’s time to introduce some food and see what happens. Wish me luck.