I mentally prepared myself for a three month deployment. I assuring myself that three months will go by as fast as the past deployment did. I convinced myself that I can handle being mom and taking care of the house alone for three months. I kept telling the husband that three months wouldn’t matter to Liam and that he’ll still remember dad but because the navy likes making decisions last minute that three months will be five months. Five months is such a long time for Liam. By the time the husband comes back Liam would be walking (hopefully). It makes me sad thinking about it but that’s the life, we have. I can’t really complain cause the navy have provided for this family from day one.
I’m just gonna let myself be sad a little bit longer and then pep talk myself into being okay with it.