Done

I had planned on linking up to Wife of Sailor's Friday Fill-in, but I don't have it in me today to even answer five questions. I am just done. 

Everything is falling apart: the cars, the house, the kids and me. I know that is Murphy's Law 101 for MilSpouses - they deploy and all hell breaks loose. I expected it, mentally prepared myself for it, but I am not sure how much more I can handle. 

My suburban started this week off by telling me it was done too. After three days and $800, they are telling me that it needs another $1500 to $2000 to fix my brake system. Do they still pay to give blood? 

The house just needs to be bulldozed. In fact, I dream about that on a regular basis. The hot water to the kitchen sink has slowed to a trickle, the fridge door won't shut half the time and the flooring that Soldierboy installed is coming up in the kitchen. Not to mention that the clutter is ankle deep and I am merely picking up paths through the front rooms. I am pretty sure we won't be having anyone over for the duration of the deployment. 

My 3-year-old has been screaming for 2 days. I think she is done too. She hasn't slept in her own bed since September and I am not sure how that will play out when R&R happens. I may have to check myself into a hotel and let the Soldier spend two weeks with his kids. I know I need to get her back into a routine and work on the fit thing, but I can't get after her for doing exactly what I want to do -  I want to scream too.

I am sick. Not just a cold, give me tea and chicken noodle soup sick. Really sick and seeing doctors two or three days a week. I have seen so many specialists over the past three months that I don't even remember them. I am sure I glow in the dark after all the MRIs and x-rays and I now have my own personal pharmacy in my bathroom. Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike doctors? 

I am trying to find the good things in all of this. Yes, I am thankful that we have a house, even if it isn't ever going to be clean again. I am thankful that Tricare is working in my favor (shocking isn't it?). I am even thankful that we have been living on Army pay since April, because it means we are too poor to have to itemize our taxes (I hate doing taxes). 

I just have reached my breaking point...

So what do you do when you are done?

Link up at Flip Flops & Combat Boots for this week's Roundup.

Love & TGIF,