The blah effect.

Well hot damn. We were doing SO good with dealing with this deployment, or so I thought..

The girls haven't been sleeping that well at all and the "I miss my daddy" has begun. It's really hard to try to maintain a stiff upper lip when i'm trying to explain we have to be strong and every time we go to sleep we get closer to Daddy, when in reality I feel like absolute crap too. I know this is just feelings that should have been felt the day he left creeping in but damn. The rain also didn't help, I hate when I look outside and it's gloomy AND I feel gloomy inside already.

I am recalling the feelings of trying to remain positive and how hard it really is. It's hard to fight back tears when your 4 year old doesn't want to eat because she thinks starving herself will make Daddy come home or when your 1 year old sees his picture and screams "DADDY!!!" at the top of her lungs, I don't want them to forget him by ANY means but I do wish we could all adjust soon, it hasn't even been a week yet and despite my attempts of being positive, I feel like absolute poop.

Must. Get. Out. Of. The. House. Soon!!