So tired...

I want to write.  I want to tell you about our days, about what we've been doing and show you pictures, and have fun exciting stories to tell, but I can't make my brain formulate full sentances.  I'm just too tired.  This is what happens during deployment.  I hold everything together during the day and then my subconcious takes over at night and I wake up every hour, sometimes staying awake for an hour or two in the middle of the night. Eventually my brain is mush and you get weird rambly posts about me not being able to think.  I have some unisom and an appointment in 2 weeks for some ambien.  Hopefully then I can get my thoughts together.

For those of you who know me in real life.  I'm not gaffing you off or forgetting you on purpose, just text or email or call me if I'm supposed to be doing something.  Even though I've tried putting things in my phone to keep myself organized, I have put 3 things so far in the wrong month.  Yeah....

Maybe tomorrow I can put words together cohesively enough to tell you about how I became THAT crazy person who calls the property manager 5 times for a leaky toilet.  Yeah, it's a great story.

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Goodnight moon said…
Yah....my brain is mush everyday. I normally make up my own words, and use them in a sentence. I can't keep my thoughts together worth NOTHING!
March 24, 2010 at 9:56 PM
Bonnie said…
I was like that for a couple of weeks. I kept putting crap in the wrong spot on my phone. I would either put it in the wrong month OR put it at PM instead of AM. I think finally after the fourth time I started double checking things as I put them in. It's weird that our brains go to mush when our husbands leave. I think my issue has to do greatly with my inability to sleep well when I don't have the big, handsome, warm body of my husband next to me at night. I'm going to try and remedy that today with a prescription of ambien. :-)
March 25, 2010 at 10:45 AM
Roller Coaster said…
Hello! I'm your newest follower, visiting from the Lady Bloggers Tea Party. I'm a mil spouse as well, gearing up for a deployment. I feel your pain. Keep smiling!
March 28, 2010 at 12:28 PM
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