Single Mom for a Bit – Taste Like Crazy

Tucker sets sail on a jet plane today for places far away.

I know I got off easy when I was a Navy wife. Tucker was never deployed and the longest I was away from him–other than Boot–was when he did an AT in Key West for two weeks; I was a very lucky military wife.

Does that mean nine days of being a single mom is going to be any less worse because I got lucky?

Nope.

Still going to suck.

Actually, the first few days are going to suck.

I predict by Wednesday we’ll have all hit our stride and be doing good. Then Tucker will come home and screw up the routine we’ve finally managed to settle into. But I’d rather have a messed up routine than do without a Tucker.

Yesterday my psychologist told me to “pretend to be an adult” and to think of this as a “chance to grow.”

I’m not sure if I should be offended.

He beats me at packing. It bugs me when he’s more awesome than me at something. You’d think I would be used to it by now. Jerk.

All of this has to fit in that carry on bag. And a Sophie butt. But that doesn’t go in the bag.

Rolled suits. And Tucker can’t take a picture without blurring it.

Tucker called this the “colorful” layer. Because he’s a dork.

I took pictures of the kids with Tucker in case they got to missing him. That and the fear he’ll die and they won’t have a “last picture” with him. Gotta be prepared. Yeah. My mind totally went there.

I’m getting help. Don’t worry.

Took this before we dropped Cara off at school in case she needed a picture to look at while Tucker’s gone.

Even though dude’s a huge dork, I’m still going to miss ole Mr. Tucker…even though I suspect he likes the dog more than me, has a tendency to commandeer our daughter’s hats and he’s started stealing my wine.