So we're a bit past the 4 month point of this deployment. We've had some rocky spots here and there, but overall, things were going pretty well.
Until this week. See, I made a huge mistake. About a week ago (when we hit the 4th month) I stopped and took a moment to reflect. And I thought, hey, we're doing pretty damn well here. I kind of rock.
And then the universe decided to prove to me just how much I don't rock.
Why didn't I knock on wood?
It's been little things and big things. It's been food poisoning and flat tires. It's been pre-teen drama and a stuck front door. It's been scheduling conflicts and missed deadlines.
And all of a sudden I go from perfectly fine to oh, my god, this sucks. I'm done with this now.
To top it all off, I didn't learn my lesson. Because last night I thought hey, it's been months since the boy banged his head in his sleep. I thought man, it's nice to be past that worry.
And of course, you guessed it, his nocturnal head banging woke me up at 2 a.m. last night.
It's kind of like the opposite of "Be careful what you wish for." I wish I could twist it around and make it work for me.
Hey, I love how I haven't been able to sleep through the night for the last month or so. Yeah, that totally kicks ass.