one man short

Caleb is in training for a few weeks so the boys and I will be running the show around here for a little while. And boy oh boy, is the timing ever so not ideal…

explanation not required

My to-do list is monstrous. But I had the audacity to ask Caleb to give me a crash course in operating the table saw before he left. You know, in case I manage to put in the trampoline, clean out the garage, organize all the boys’ legos and completely prepare for their birthday later this month. I might actually build something. Or not.

Why do I do this to myself? Honestly. Army wives are supposed to be good at going solo but I’m not so great at being without my other half. And I’m okay with that. When he does have to be away I always think accomplishing something massive will make it worthwhile, but there’s no way I’ll get everything done that I set out to do. Who am I kidding? I’ll be doing good if we only have pancakes for dinner once a week and Jackson makes it to school before the second bell with matching socks and all his homework. There. I told you I was being honest.

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A chilly Friday night on the playground: