>Nothing makes me question the military lifestyle like an exceptionally tough toddler day.
While yesterday wasn’t really a *tough* day, it was exactly what I miss by not raising Monkey near family.
We all had breakfast together and Monkey got to wake up my sister with one of those spray bottles with a fan attached (probably more fun to watch then be the one woken up!). ArmyMan and I spent some child-free time at the outlets (which are fabulous here in Williamsburg, by the way) and had lunch at Chipotle while my mom chased Monkey around the condo. Then Mom and I headed out to do some shoe shopping for my brother’s wedding. My sister and dad arrived back at our condo just after Mom and I did. We all showered, changed and ArmyMan and I took Monkey and my little sister out to dinner and Pirate mini golf so my parents could go out to dinner child-free 🙂
Typing it out it seems so busy, but it didn’t feel that way. Just people coming and going and helping each other out. Busy doesn’t have to mean frantic when the load is shared. It’s been all too easy to forget that in the years since the Army has moved us away from family.