Place your wager: Will Kate make it through the rest of this deployment without killing herself, beating her children bloody, and still somewhat sane? Because with the week I've had, I'd say the odds are 10:1 against. At some point, an inanimate object is going to have to suffer the consequences of simply existing and face the wrath of Kate. I am about to lose my fucking mind. This shit has got to end--soon.
Here's a slice of my life: teething baby up all fucking night for week #2, making candy and Kolachi for my entire family so on my feet in the kitchen for hours on end, Christmas is coming and crowds and the fun and the boring as shit battalion party that I went to for the singular purpose of getting pics of the boys with Santa, a KIA with two fucking months left to go in this goddamn shitty deployment and a memorial service that made me cry (and I never fucking cry), a CoC whose mission in life seem to be to fuck my hubby over, assholes who make more red tape than God Himself could work His way through, and trying to smile through the mouthful of shit sandwich that this past week has been.
Please tell me I have finally hit rock fucking bottom! Because if anyone tries to tell me I have further down to go, I'm going to need a fucking shovel!!
I know that these feelings are simply the by-product of a combination of "feeling sorry for myself" holiday blues and "is this deployment ever going to fucking end" anxiety. Happens to me every time he goes and it always seems to hit about now. Last time, I cut off 18 inches of my hair just so I could watch something die. Not a good frame of mind to be in when you have children. . .
The long and short of it is that this has been one fucking shitty week. The Class Six had better be fucking stocked up on Golden Rose and my cigs, or I will not be responsible for my actions.
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