I don’t know when we’re going camping next. We’d have gone twice by now; once over Mother’s day weekend and once over Memorial. It’s so sad. I’m envious of my old patients who go camping all summer. They have the life. When will I be 70? It’s not fair (stomping my feet right now).
We’ve been waiting for over 2 years for Jason to start this whole new career. We were aware that there’d be major life adjustments as far as schedule and vacation are concerned. But now we’re beginning to live it out – these adjustments. And it stinks. I can’t help but feel left out. Just like when the kids get out of school for summer vacation and I hear from friends on how they’re anticipating having their kids home everyday all day for a few months. A large part of me wants so badly to be able to experience the same thing. I want to connect with my friends and family. To bond.
This is turning out to be a post on something I am unprepared to write on. But I will – one day. I just need to be able to write it in a way that doesn’t come across as whining, complaining, & a “pity me” type feel to it. I think I need to write that kind of thing out to God. He’ll set my attitude right. Not that I’ll write a post in a place where I’ll have it all figured out and be totally cool with it. I’m not going to lie. I have a feeling it’s going to take a while before I’m okay with this new life style. I don’t even know what all it encompasses yet, this life as a working outside the home POW (police officer’s wife).
I’ve just added a new category to the mix: POW life. I have a feeling there’s going to be a few posts on that topic. But before I get too deeply into this topic which I’m barely certified to write on, let me send you over to my old blog where you’ll read about my extreme summer camping trip last year.
Click here or up there. If I can’t go camping, I’ll relive it in my mind. Copy paste slap it to this year.
Ahhhh, the good old days of vacation. (okay, that’s to be taken as a “pity me” sentence. Please pity now.)