As I'm folding the laundry, I realize that there are six pairs of PT's (Physical Training Uniform) not just one like I thought. Why then have I been washing that same set of PT's every day when I could have cut my washing load down by five? And just as quickly as that thought came, I bite my tough. We have so many friends who would trade washing a hundred loads of smelly PT's just to have their husband and father home right now. Really, could I be more selfish? When in all honesty, I know that I am truly blessed to have tan ACU shirts and Army green boot socks mixed in with baby clothes and burp rags. Many other families have fathers who are missing first steps, first words, first days of school, and even first births because of a deployment.
I know our turn will come around again, and we will cross that year of separation when it gets here, but for now - even though I think about Seth's job daily - I will be thankful for the time we have as a family.
p.s. Army wives out there; love the laundry room sign? Buy one on Etsy.