I was not having a particular Semper Gumby day yesterday. In fact, I threw a little fit. I don't normally do that. Actually, I think I can think of maybe only one other time that I have. I like to believe that I am super flexible and am willing to sacrifice. I am realistic despite my lofty ideas and daydreamy nature. I know that the man in blue is part of the Coast Guard and that the missions take precedence over life sometimes. Heck, I am the one who convinced him to stay in for the long haul. He was on the fence, and I gave him a good heave-ho right into to the lifer side. So, I get it and know that I should have bargained for all the bumps. I have a great talk that I would even sit down and give myself if I could self-duplicate.
Still, I am a woman. I am a wife. I am a mom. I am human. That's right, I am not perfect.
If I don't remember to periodically stretch and lather on the lotion, my body and mind gets all out of shape, and I too forget what it means to be flexible.
Events this week made me want to jump chains and "be that wife". I swore I would never involve myself in my husband's career that way (and I really won't), but it has been very tempting. Now, I know. I now can see what sends people over the edge. My issues are inconsequential compared to what other CG families have had to endure, but it can still be frustrating.
Thanks for letting me vent, although vaguely. I am truly trying to regain my composure. Thanks to those who have listened to my whine this week. I assure you, I will make sure to reserve it for only important non-flex moments. I won't innundate you. ;)
For those who are having/have had anti-Gumby moments, bring 'em on. Have a little tantrum, if you need to and if you can, try to reestablish your poise while thinking "it could be worse".