BFF: Going It Alone For A Little While

Thanks for being so supportive of the first two weeks of BFF! I love seeing all the comments and how many of you went and followed them. Makes me think that I will be keeping this around for quite a while.

In case you are wondering how I am picking BFFs(since some of you asked about it), I am picking blogs I love that also follow/comment here. Has to be a blog I love- that makes sense. Why it has to be someone who also is active on my blog is because there are so many of you who are that it would be rude of me to skip over you and ask someone who would say HUH? and just think I was a crazy stalker if I asked them to be my BFF. I only have them scheduled a few ahead of time, and there are so many of you that I want to feature. Thanks to everyone who has agreed to do this so far and there are a lot of you that I want to get to!

This week's Blog Friend Feature is Whispering Writer aka Amber at Airing My Dirty Laundry, One Sock at a Time. It's so easy to relate to her posts and she often makes me laugh. I just love the "Hey, It's Okay" posts that she does on Tuesdays. Like Hey, it's okay: "To have once eaten a bunch of the brownie batter just ‘cause you could. Being an adult rocks. Salmonella be damned." and "To not be able to walk properly in high heels." Love it and I know you'll love her.

My husband is leaving me.




For Korea, that is.



He’s in the Air Force and he’s received orders to go to Korea for a year.



I’m staying in the States with our two children.



I’m often asked if I plan on going to live with my parents. My answer is always the same: no. While I love my parents, we tend to have different views on things. For instance, they believe that eating fruits and vegetables are exciting whereas I believe eating Little Debbie snacks are more enjoyable. My parents love nature and can often be seen sitting outside. Nature seems to hate me so I’m not in it a lot—I find when I’m hanging out with Nature, bees attack, spiders scurry up my legs, and squirrels stare at me with a sinister look in their eyes.



In other words, it’s just easier for me to stay at my own home.



Am I scared?



Absolutely. What am I going to do with my three-year-old daughter cries for her Daddy? She’s a Daddy’s Girl and what if I’m just not good enough at times? Suppose she wails for him for hours and I’m just left standing there, unsure of what I should do next.



What if my eight-year-old son Tommy asks me boy questions such as, “What exactly are my ball things for?” Sure I know the answer but I don’t think I could respond in a proper way that my husband could.



Suppose things break around the house? I am not good at putting things together. I try, believe me I try, but I usually make things worse. And most of the time I wind up in tears. I couldn’t even put together a simple toy for my kids. I ended up throwing the screwdriver across the room and calling it an improper name.



But thankfully, in the middle of thinking about all the what ifs, a friend will remind me that she’s just a phone call away and that she’ll help me with whatever I need.



My parents assure me that they can be on a plane and with me in a matter of hours.



And my husband Tom promises me that everything will be okay.



I choose to believe him. Because what good will panicking do?



I’m ready for this challenge.



I know I’ll have good days and bad, just as I do now.



But I believe my husband: everything will be okay.
 

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