Today was a landmark - 100 days of deployment.
It was a really hard day with lots of tears. Not because of the deployment or missing Andrew(unfortunately, I've gotten used to that) but because I just felt so overwhelmed with everything I had to do. I stood in the kitchen, surrounded by messes everywhere I looked, with a view of my overgrown, neglected garden and backyard, with both kids screaming after Eva peed her pants again, and I just cried. I didn't know where to start or what to do next. Dishes, laundry, cleaning, the soap scum on the kitchen sink, picking up Leighton's food he flung all over the dining room, the filthy toilets in all 3 bathrooms, sorting through the mail, unpacking from our trip...How could I even begin to tackle all that was looming over me?
So I said a prayer, turned on some Christmas music for the first time this year, lit my new delicious Scentsy candle, and got to work. The kitchen is clean (not the floor yet - there's always tomorrow), 1 and a half toilets are clean, a load of laundry is washed and in the dryer (including Eva's wet clothes) and I'm feeling a little better. My mom is coming tomorrow, and I guess if I don't get it all done, I'll just be glad it's my mom and not the prophet coming to visit. Although the prophet might not notice the cleanliness of my sink. My mom most certainly will.
Thankfully, I only have 30 more days of doing it all alone. There is light at the end of the tunnel.
P.S. If anyone knows a teenage boy in need of some extra cash, I need a lawn mowing and weeding guy. No price is too high to get that off my list of things to worry about.