An Update...I know, I should have updated sooner.

Cute huh? My wonderful cousin Lisa and her parents Steve and Elna took our family pictures right before Marty left. The picture doesn't really relate to the rest of the post though....I just like looking at my cute family. :)

I have been informed that after my tear fest of a post that I had better write something new...otherwise people were going to think I was 1. Depressed and laying in my bed crying all the time or 2. Dead.

I would hope people would assume the first before going to such drastic conclusions! But I don't know...maybe some people just don't see the better in things.

I am alive, we are surviving. The hardest would be the lack of a person to just talk to all night, vent any frustrations, tell about the random person you saw picking their nose at the grocery store etc. Also, nobody but your spouse cares as much about your children as you, so not having someone that WANTS to hear EVERY little detail about what my kids did, ate, played with, said etc. is kind of hard as well. But we're okay.

Claire did cry for daddy tonight after she took a bath. She's been EXTRA cuddly. Brielle will get teary once in a while and tell me she misses daddy. But they for the most part have the whole "out of sight, out of mind" thing going for them since they're so little.

Of course I had sobbing fits the first few days where I would run in to the bathroom and hide so my kids wouldn't freak out. But I haven't REALLY cried since Thursday...which is a big step.

Marty has been in what they call "reception" this week and I had NO idea until Tuesday night that he would still have his cell phone through the week and could call me at night! HURRAY! So basically this week he's doing all the boring stuff (getting his uniforms, glasses, paperwork etc.)

Starting Wednesday his cell phone will be taken away and we will go to snail mail communication...I don't even know if I remember HOW to write with a pen! This is going to be interesting. Does it defeat the purpose of being "pen pals" if I were to type a letter and print it out? Probably not quite as romantic....sigh...I guess I'll have to brush up on the old pen to paper. What has this world come to that I must even ASK a question about typing a letter rather than writing one. Shame on me...I take it all back. I plan to learn calligraphy and master it in the next week and write beautiful lengthy mushy letters to him that will some day be framed and put in a museum as part of my history.

Marty feels really sad that he wasn't able to be here for Mother's Day...not that I really like a lot of attention on myself. Shocking, I know, seeing as it would seem that I am a huge old "me monster" here in the internet world. I just don't want it in my face. Makes me uncomfortable. Are you starting to think I may have a few loose screws....I'm sure you're right, I'll work on it.

I guess the whole 180 degree difference in attitude between the last post and this would also add to the idea that I'm not fully there in the head. But...writing is my way of expressing, that's what I felt at that exact moment. This is what I feel at this exact moment.

Anyways, Marty kept asking if the "girls" got me anything...a.k.a. if I had gotten myself something. He was dissapointed that I didn't, so I told him maybe I would get myself a new skirt or something, mostly because none of the skirts I currently own fit...but I'm not ready to bust out the nice "mu mu" like jumper.

Hm...was that a loaded statement?