Real Life Army Wife: It’s my party

I am embarrassed to admit this, but I have spent many of the past 24 hours feeling so sorry for myself. Like a warm jacuzzi that I can’t drag myself out of, I have been chest-deep in a warm funk.

Just when I was beginning to feel a little cocky…in fact, a little guilty that I was so happy in our new, temporary set up.

Bam!

Without warning or reason, I am feeling sorry for myself for taking care of Jackson all day and feeling a little like a single mother, sorry that my dog has been a misfit since we arrived and barks loudly, undoubtedly annoying the entire neighborhood, and sorry that I miss my husband. (During these times of prolonged self-pity, I make it a point NOT to try to think of people who have dealt with tougher situations.)

And I don’t really want to call or email my family or friends.

My pity party can only have one guest.

If I vocalized my heartaches, someone, anyone, could talk me down in minutes. I knew that.

And when my husband called today, he did exactly that. It was simply good for my soul to hear his calming voice, to hear his calming words. Although we couldn’t talk for long, it seemed to patch up my heart.

Once I had emerged from this place, I didn’t want to go back. So to keep myself away from the funk, I opted for some retail therapy. Is it sad that it actually worked? I picked up a cappuccino and made my way to T.J. Maxx to find some great deals. That was the last step to kicking out a very unwelcome guest.

So there you have it–that’s how I fell in– and got out of–my first big funk since my husband left. Now I want a hot shower.