:/

I think this is the most sad I've been the entire deployment, which makes no sense considering how close we are to done.
I guess the first few weeks, and the last few weeks are always the hardest.


My biggest frustration lately has been planning an outfit to pick him up in. I know that sounds incredibly ridiculous. How hard could it be? It's just clothes.
It is just clothes. However, if there is one thing I generally dress up for (because I am definitely a t-shirt and jeans girl), it's homecoming. There's something to be said about a little extra effort in my appearance after he's been gone a year. I don't want to be that girl in the hanger that looks like she rolled out of bed and came down (which, happens more than you might think).
The problem, this go around, is that I have a toddler. I have absolutely no problem dressing sexy, but sexy often means low neck lines and high heels--both things that could be disastrous with the right set of circumstances (um, bus ride and chasing a toddler around a plane hanger? Blah!). So, I've been trying to balance something sexy with something practical... which leaves me feeling like a soccer mom.
I wanted to do a wrap dress, but Mini Sarge is not one to let momma try on clothes in the store--he just doesn't have the patience. And either having to ship something back or drive back to the mall to return it, just isn't appealing (although, I may end up at Kohls later this week if I can't come to terms with that I've picked out).
Then, when I do find something cute, I think "am I ever going to wear this again?" Frivolous spending when I still worked and we had tons of play-cash every month was not a big deal, but we are on a budget now. And $40+ on a top I might wear again sometime in the future isn't a wise purchase in my book.
Right now, I'm set on a pair of jeans, boots with a nice heel on them, and a lace trimmed tank top in a color he loves on me, with a cute sweater in case it's cold. 
I'm still very meh about it. :/


Another thing that has me down, is I haven't been able to work out in over a month! So, I feel lazy. And lazy makes me feel whaleish (even though I haven't gained a pound). 
I hurt my wrist (those who know me, know that this is a reoccurring injury that I've been dealing with for about 6 years now) and haven't been able to get it healed up before something happens again. Right now, the culprit is Mini Sarge. He keeps jumping off the couch, or running into me, or sitting (yes) on my wrist. I get okay, and he brings back the pain. x.x He's out to get me. I can't even push the stroller some days. -_-


I need a distraction for the next x amount of days (nope, can't and won't tell you. OPSEC nazi's would be beating down my door). I've got some errands that I've been putting off. Perhaps, I'll knock that list out.
Pray for my sanity!!! :)


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