Monday, March 25, 2007

My daugther called today, she was upset. Her tour in Iraq has been extended from one year to 1.5 years. She wonders out loud when to tell her soldiers. I tell her she might as well tell them now because it won't be any better later. She says she can't. The command does not want her to say anything until they get orders. I agree, it's never really official until you get orders.

Today is the first day her 6 year old tells me she misses her mommy and she is sad. I don't know how to tell her she will be gone longer. But then I think I don't really have to tell her because she does not understand time yet. One year or 6 months will feel like a lifetime to her.

I love my daugther and my grandkids but right now we feel like we are in jail. We were empty nesters for 8 years before they came to live with us. We did whatever we wanted whenever we wanted and now everything take coordination. Often we just can't manage it. We knew no teenagers that could babysit, we were just hopeless. It's a little better now but we still feel like we are in jail. The thought of doing this for 1.5 years was almost more than we could bare. Then we think about our daugther living in that hell and our problems seem so insignifican't.