Over 1/3 Of The Way!

Yesterday marked the beginning of Week Five!  We are now 1/3 of the way done.  It hasn't gotten any easier.  Sunday's are still really rough.  I guess the rest of the week is a little teeny bit easier, but I'm not sure I would really say easier.... more like I have gotten used to it a little bit.  Sunday is still the same.  I cry as soon as it gets to be close to the time Fuzz has to leave.  I would like to think that the next 8 weeks of Sunday's will get easier, but to be honest... they seem to be getting harder.  I think they are getting harder because I am just so tired of having to say "good-bye" for an entire week, week after week.

Last Wednesday, the middle of Week Four, Fuzz was allowed his very first phone call!  I was at practice for the swim team I coach, so I nearly missed the call.  By the time I answered, on the third try, we only had about 4 mins to talk.  Those were the best 4 mins I have had in a long time!  He got to call again Thursday night, but only because some of the recruits didn't get the call Wednesday night.  We are hoping they keep up the good work, and are allowed to call at least every Wednesday.  I will take one night, for a few mins!  It really did help me feel better about being home, as a single mom.

Well Thing 1 is up from a nap.  My single mom duties are calling!

Staying Busy

We are at the end of Week Two today.  Fuzz will hopefully be calling around 6 PM this evening to tell me he is on his way home.  In one sense this week has gone by really quickly because I have had a lot to do.  I have been busy with swim practice twice a week for the team I coach, and I have been busy visiting with my friends and their new baby in the hospital.  On the other hand, I feel like this week has gone on forever.  I feel like this week has been more than a week.  I feel like it's been forever since I have talked to or see Fuzz.  

I am really hoping that once I get into a better routine that the weeks will just fly by.  

We have a packed weekend this weekend.  I look forward to Fuzz coming home, but between him checking in at his department, running errands, and doing fun activities, the weekend just flies by way too fast.  Then it's back to the Academy, and the countdown to Friday begins all over again.  

On the agenda this weekend:

Do any laundry and ironing as soon as Fuzz is home tonight

Pumpkin Farm Saturday morning (Thing 2's first time!)

Introducing Fuzz to our "nephew"

Stop in at the PD

Any errands Fuzz has that I am unaware of

And who knows what else...

Oh Baby!

Fuzz met his "husband" while working at his most recent job, as a Community Service Officer.  I call this friend and co-worker his "husband" because they were always together at work.  I love the friendship they have, and I have just as good of a friendship with his wife.  They are "Auntie" and "Uncle" to our little girls.  They have always been there for us, for whatever we have needed.  

Now is the time when they need us... Their little baby boy was born this morning.  He was not due until Halloween, so he was 27 days early.  He is one teeny tiny baby boy, but he is very strong.  I am so excited to be a part of this little man's life.  I cannot wait to spoil him as much as they have spoiled our girls.  

I just wish I was able to speak to Fuzz and tell him that his "nephew" was born today.  We knew he would probably miss it, being at the Academy, but neither of us even had it on our minds that it would be so soon.  I am hoping they let Fuzz call me this week, otherwise he will get the news on Friday that his "husband" is now a daddy!

One Down...

Yes, I have already started counting down.  I have heard from a few friends that I should not start counting down until AT LEAST the half way point.  Oops... I cannot help but think, "One week down, only eleven more to go."  To be completely honest, I actually have a "countdown" app on my phone, and that already has how many days left until "I get my husband back."  

Fuzz left a little after noon this time.  Much better than 5 AM, but almost nearly as hard.  I definitely tried to get as much done Friday afternoon, so that Fuzz wouldn't have to worry about it on his very very short time at home.  Even though there wasn't much to do at home, it still seems that we ran out of time.  Between running some errands that Fuzz had to do before heading back, checking in with his department, and whatever else, there just didn't seem to be enough hours in the day.  We definitely went to bed too late, got up too early, and then it was over.

It's pretty hectic trying to cram in errands, laundry, ironing, de-linting, household things I may not be able to do, Daddy/Daughter time with the girls, and hopefully some quality "us" time.  Hopefully we get into a good routine with this, so that things don't feel as rushed.

From all the blogs and info I have read it says that I should not "burden" Fuzz with the stress that I had being alone with two babies, and no contact with him.  They say that he had to deal with way worse, and he doesn't need to hear it.  The Academy told Fuzz that he shouldn't burden me with his complaints about what he did all week.  That no matter how rough it was for him, I had it just as bad being home alone taking care of his house, his children, and the rest of life.  They told him that he had someone to wake him, plan his meals and feed him, tell him when to do everything, and that I still had to go about regular life, but without him. 

We talked about that.  We decided that it was best for us to share what we were going through.  Neither of us are trying to compete with who has it worse.  We feel it's important to spend some time on the phone while he drives the 4.5 hours home talking about how the week went, how sore he is, who got yelled at, etc.  And I can share with him how long it took Thing 1 to go to bed, how many times I had to get up in the night with Thing 2, the nightmare of two little ones at the store, etc.  We get it all out of the way after saying hello.  We plan to try to do this every time he comes home.  We feel it's important to hear about all of that because we aren't able to experience it together, and we aren't able to share with one another during the week.  We hope that there will be less "complaining" on both our parts as we adjust.  And we are aiming for all the "catching each other up on things" to be done before he walks in the door, so that our actual time together is spent just being a family.  

I am really hoping that this week goes by quickly so my darling Fuzz can be with us once again.  I am also hoping that it goes by quickly for him since he is going through something that is pretty rough.  

Stay tough Fuzz, stay tough!