*sigh*
So like, Im sitting here, and its 2 : 20 am, and I just now heard from my husband, and I cant sleep.
A little back story, since I cant sleep.
When my son was born, I moved in with my mother and father in law to help out with things. Their house is HUGE and they both worked full time, and we decided to help each other out. I must admit that most of the help came from them, and they are both a blessing to me.
My mother inlaw passed away this past September. She had Pancreatic Cancer. Of course, my husband and his dad were both devastated, as were my children. Especially my daughter. I still cry to think of the poor dear, she was 2 and a half when she died, but those 2 and a half years were spent eating, sleeping, and living with her gramma. Shes just now coming around from it, but it breaks my heart still to think of such a young baby (and my baby at that) having to deal with this.
FAst forward some.
This past sunday we recieved a call that my husbands gramma (my mother in law's mother) passed away. She had colon cancer, and tho they successfully removed it, basically the surgery and such gave her Congestive Heart Failure. They drained the fluid and she was doing well, but passed away the next morning. She lived in Mo. Obviously, my kidneys shuddered at the thought of driving 15 hrs to go to the funeral. And anyway, my heart literally broke in half thinking of my poor baby girl having to see the body of a much loved gramma as well. I will add here that its not that I dont think my son (4) can handle it, or I feel less sympathy for him, tis not that at all. He just handles things way different than she, and bounces back like most 4 year olds do. My daughter does not. Im sorely afraid that shes gonna be Manic like myself, but I hope not. She has been severly depressed since Mom in law got sick, and shes just now coming away from it. So of course, I immediatly spoke with my hubby and decided Id stay with the kids. Soooooo .. to the point of all this blabber. He took a flight at 6pm tongiht with my father in law to go to Mo. Ive never been more than one night away from him, and needless to say, this is absolutly killing me. Im in a huge house alone, without him, and I cant sleep. *sigh* I know that its natural for families to be split at times, some daddies work away from home, etc. But thats not us. Its sort of an unsaid thing that both of us live off the other ones attention, love, and just seeing one another at the end of the day. This is gonna be one long week. /em wishes for Sunday morning to come.
Well, thanks for listening. I had to tell someone, or Id blow. Now maybe I can sleep.
:heart you guys,
nalla
Im in the same boat, husband wise. Once a year or so he'll have to fly around for work and its like I just cant sleep.
And its that Im scared or anything, youd think Id sleep easier with out the blanket tossing snore box, but nope. I just cant sleep!
Good call with your little ones, Im sorry your little girl has had depression problems - losing a grandma that way must be difficult.
I hope you slept, and if you didnt, take a nap! They make almost everything better ^_^
It probably won't come as any comfort to you but maybe thinking about this will take your mind off it for a moment. I normally don't get to sleep with my husband. He's German and until Homeland Security decides that 1. he's not a terrorist and 2. the marriage is legitimate, I only get to sleep with him for a few weeks at a time when he visits me or I visit him. Essentially, I get 3 weeks of bliss followed by several months of no bed hogging, blanket stealing but god-damn lonely slumber. *Le sigh*
He came home in september and that first night in a hotel was akward, to say the least. He was a different person. Oh, to top this off, the month prior his sister decided to go apeshit and rock the family with her marital troubles and completely destroy their mother. His mother's side...they're quiet people. Who better than to defend mom then the daughter in law who's brown and has a chip on her shoulder the size of fucking kansas? So add that on to the depression as well.
In any case, I eased slowly out of it. Made things right with Jenna, quit eq, sold my house, apologized to my daughter and ended up moving up here 6 months early. Being 4 hrs apart is still difficult, more so than you'd think, but in April this will be over. So I sympathize with your pain, Nalla. Being apart, you'd think, would be great. Watch what you want, play what you want, eat what you want, hog the covers. I watch spongebob, eat chicken fingers and share 1/10th of the bed with the kid who takes up 9/10th's. If it wasn't for Catherine, I'd be a mess.
/hug I'm so sorry for your loss, but it'll be alright when the hubbo gets home =)
Edit: And I have to agree 100 percent with Mae. If I hadnt fell asleep rocking my daughter (she has an ear infection that wont leave, so she doesnt sleep well) then Id likely not have gone to sleep at all. Its amazing what your kids can do to lift (or lower haha) your mood.
Only 3 more days!
:<3 :smooch
When I had my first baby I was still active duty AF, I got deployed 8 weeks after giving birth to him. My first baby, and I couldn't see him or hold him. I was devistated. Through loop holes in the military, I got out to raise him full time. Being away from a loved one is hard as hell, but makes you a stronger person in the long run.
I hope you're doing okay and hanging in there. *hugs again*