Because I'm such a fashionista and I know you care- what I wore one day recently-ish

Well first things first. I got to take a shower (it's a MUCH bigger deal than you think, people). Then I put on my black yoga capris. Then a white tank top that I think is considered to be "work-out gear." I think my yoga capris are actually supposed to go to yoga too, but let's not get caught up in semantics here. I put a jewel-toned purple hoodie on top of that. (Some magazine I read forty forevers ago when I had time to do things like read magazines said that jewel-tones look good on EVERYONE and don't you know they wouldn't lie to me. Whoever they were.) And then I added a touch of fresh.

A girl never knows when she's gonna sweat. Actually, wait. Yes she does. ALL THE LIVELONG DAY I WANNA MOVE TO ALASKA STAT. After my sweet-smelling prescription-strength deodorant was applied, I proceeded to not put on any makeup. Au naturale today, baby. Then, a piece of jewelry.

Yep. It happened.

I would love to tell you that this bracelet is equipped with super coping powers and an endless supply of chocolate and wine, but.... wait. That's my fridge.

He left at some god-awful early morning hour when good people (and Army people- HARHAR) are still at home in their beds. I am blessed enough to know Sarah, who came over to supervise the two (supposedly sleeping) babies while I did the deed. I thought I would be an ugly, sobbing, emotional wreck there. But when it came time to say our goodbyes, I remembered some things I had read earlier and somehow managed to keep it together.

Before the final farewell, we had some time to hang out (you know, to spread the torture and pain out just a teeeeensy bit longer) and since we were kinda over the whole wailing and gnashing of teeth phase, we decided to try and get a picture of us together. With my phone. In the dark. I promised Steve that I would post every last picture I took. Because they are just that awesome. And even if we tried, I don't think we could come up with this many horrible pictures in a row again.

Let's try to ignore the fact that I look like I've been beaten in the face with a club. (I am kind of an ugly crier, and the ugly effects last long after I've stopped crying.) Let's focus on how Steve looks as drunk as a skunk and cannot keep his eyes open during the flash to save his life. Luckily we wised up on the last picture, used his phone for light, and took one without a flash.

Ahhhh. Normal people.

We heard the final call for farewells, the buses started pulling up, and it was time for me to leave. I got into my car and was immediately blocked in by buses. So I decided to walk back and watch them load up. I stood at the first bus and found Steve sitting there. I creeped on him for more than a few minutes before he noticed me. Somehow my flash got turned back on on my camera, so the last picture I have of him is very hard to see.

He's right behind that window that appears to be lit up.

But as soon as I took that picture and turned off my flash, they shut the lights off on the buses and rolled out. I blew kisses at the dark and hoped that he could see me. Then I stood with the other wives and waved at the rest of the buses as they drove out, pretending like I actually knew someone else on there.

While we miss Steve more than a fat kid misses cake (seriously, where did all the cake go?), we are settling into our new routine and trying to stay busy. We are successfully doing that by completing some basic household chores. (HELLO dust bunnies! "Go forth and multiply" did not necessarily apply to you.) And when I say "we" I obviously mean "me." Sam helped by picking up every strand of my hair that he could find (I lose a lot of hair around here) and bringing it to me. Molly chose to nap and drink milk. (What a life!)

I've got a few posts that I wrote pre-deployment that I'm going to post soon (they are not all so light-hearted unfortunately!) and my baby is turning 2 and my other baby is turning 6 months, and I need to update on cloth diapering two under two, and what happened when I mailed my first care package (y'all know there's a story there), and I think I will still be expected to cook and clean and care for these two dependent humans I am responsible for, so we will see how all of that goes.

I apologize for the wacky picture spacing. I tried and tried and tried to get it to look normal, but in the end, decided that I cannot waste any more time on it. I don't know why they look like that.
I need technological assistance. And cake. STAT.

*Also. My sweet blog friend Jane made this bracelet for me. You can find some just like it in her Etsy shop!