Saturday, July 14, 2012

Bad Day 2

Husband is packing for Afghanistan. Or rather, Husband is trying to pack and I keep taking it over because he's really bad at it. I know I should let him do it on his own, and I highly suspect he throws things in there willy-nilly on purpose just to make me say, "Stop throwing things in without folding them! And why are your shoes on top of your dress shirts?" Calculated incompetence, imhop. Still, I'm the better packer and I might as well maximize my time with him because he's leaving in a couple of hours.

It's been a fun day, with one child after another bursting into tears at random moments. None of us are looking forward to this separation. It's wrenching and terrifying and heartbreaking. Knowing that there are thousands of families going through this every month doesn't help. I don't really care about anyone else's separation--only mine. Myopic, yes, but a carefully chosen myopia. I have to hold my own little family together because I'm the only grown up left in the house. I have to be strong, so I have to ignore everyone else for the moment. Sorry, friends and extended family. I'll have time for you next year. Right now, I'm busy.

So, who could be having a worse day than me? Kim Jong-un, that's who.

Not only did they give this poor kid plastic surgery so that he would look more like his dead grandfather (who is definitely no Daniel Dae Kim,) he has to wake up every day in North Korea knowing that he will never live anywhere else for the rest of his life. Oh, and also people are trying to kill him. So thank you, Jong-un. I feel better already knowing that my bad day is better than your best.


  1. I'm glad you have a blog :) I'll be following. Will be thinking of your whole fam while he's gone. I miss you!

  2. Thanks, Becky. I miss you too!