Or at least that is the general concensus. I moved home to Mississippi from Vegas. In Vegas I was living with my husband and two cats. Our days were filled with work outside of home, and our evenings were sweet and leisurely and lovey. So, I've moved into a house with seven other people who are very loud and NOT leisurely.
Mix that with trying to cope with my husband being gone, trying to find some semblance of comfort living away from my home, and RAGING pregnancy hormones, and I suppose I have been very impatient and mean.
I went to visit my mom tonight, and she said that someone said (wouldn't tell me who) that all I have to do is point and someone does whatever I ask because I am so mean. I'm sure that is an extreme exaggeration, or at least I hope it is.
Therefore, I have decided tonight to make a strong effort to watch my level of patience. I need to start filling my days with more productive activity and not just moping around in PJ's counting the days until Troy is back. It was pointed out to me today that I have not left the house in over a week. So, that is my goal. I want my husband home, but he will be home at the same time regardless of whether I am sad the next five months, or make the best of it.
"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things that I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."
I cannot change the fact that I am experiencing pregnancy and six months of my life without Troy, so I will accept it and move forward. And enjoy my beautiful family and the support system that they are in the process.