#68

I had a girly breakdown today.

It was also a "The Army strikes again" breakdown.

And we all know, I am not a girly girl, nor a Army hater. I am the opposite of both those stereotypes.

But I am a girl that is married to a soldier, so it was bound to happen at some point, right?

I don't want to get in to details, because once was enough! But I just really felt like the Army was always coming first, even when it didn't have to. I was not feeling like my husband was caring enough about his wife or his daughters. And come on, doesn't a wife deserve to feel like the center off her husband's universe?

Well, this wife sure hasn't felt that way lately. So I let it all out. Literally.

And afterwards, I didn't feel any better. So what was the point of it all? I have no idea.

I do know that my eyes were swollen, and my heart was a little hurt, and life went on without skipping too many beats.

But speaking of eyes, my little P is sick. We think she has the dreaded pink eye. Around lunch, a couple hours after 'the meltdown' I noticed her eye looked a little goopy. After her nap, it was really nasty- red, runny, and mucus galore. By bedtime, she was telling us 'eye owie' and it was both eyes. So, I am thinking tomorrow my baby girl is going to be hurting. And possibly, K will be as well.

Pink eye is just one of those psychological things for me. The second it is mentioned, my eyes start to burn. Just like lice, you say that four letter word and I start scratching my head. Probably because the two are contracted so easily and I had both multiple times as a kid. But now J and I are worrying about K and ourselves on top of our sympathy for the P-ster.

Prayers for the B house, please!