Life for me is a series of country music songs and animated movies. This last week that DH was gone was particularly horrendous. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Well, you know the story…the proverbial poop hits the fan every time HE’s gone. I’ll spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say: robbery, two toilets purchased and mayhem. There’s just not enough room on this blog…but do know that Thomas the Tank trains do NOT, I repeat, NOT, pass through the hairpin turn in a toilet’s plumbing.

A co-worker today said that I live in “a trailer park of tornadoes.” Hmm. My brows furrowed, too. Wasn’t sure how to take the comment, but I think he meant my life is full of unpredictability. I certainly don’t invite this trouble into my home, but it does seem to come-a-knockin’ when its just me here to handle the chaos and destruction. To me, the madness and bedlam was not out of the ordinary, just another standard military separation or deployment…

I’ll be the very first to admit, it’s hard being a single parent and a wife at the same time, juggle a job full-time, manage a household, get the car inspected (finally), handle the issues that a husband usually handles, and still manage to wake up each day with a bright and cheerful outlook on life. There is no one to cook me dinner at the end of a hard day, or anyone else to pick up my child who’s injured himself at school. Just me—the multi-tasker, the doer-of-all-things-in-a-military-household. So, this evening, after a nine a half hour work day, I threw my children in the car and headed to the gym to try to regain some version my pre-baby hot bod. (Ok, no laughing). On our way home, my boys were watching “Chicken Little.” I LOVE the theme song by BARENAKED LADIES. The first verse and chorus go:

It was a recipe for disaster
A four course meal of no sirree
It seemed that happily ever after
Was happy everyone was after me
It was a cup of good intentions
A table spoon of one big mess
A dash of over reaction
I assume you know the rest

[Chorus:]
One little slip, One little slip
It was a fusion of confusion
With a few confounding things.

And, then it hit me. You know what? I’ll take this four-course meal and eat in my trailer park of tornadoes any day of the week. I am proud and I am happy. I wouldn’t trade a day of my life for anyone else’s. And you know what else? I’ll invite any one of my military spouse friends out there to enjoy it with me.