Papaya Mom

It’s how I felt - without internet (on MY beloved Macintosh computer - I had access via my ‘rents PC but PCs hate me and it’s just not the same) for what I think may have been an eternity but Adventure Dad assures me was only a few weeks.

WiFi - I love you.  Please don’t ever leave me again.

Now if Papaya would oblige me by sleeping, a lot, I could write all the posts stored up in my mind and crowding out things like the knowledge of how to wash my own hair and important things of this sort.  Let me tell you that I am smart but my hair is just a horrible mess without room to remember important woman things like conditioner.

Anyhow.

I’m back online.

Papaya misses her Dad more than we could have imagined but today, through the magic of the internet, they talked face to face for 90 minutes.  It was sweet to watch from afar AND I got some laundry done without tiny toddler hands “helping.”

Single Motherhood (I know - I’m married and still have his emotional support and paycheck), even temporary, sucketh.  I adore Papaya and she is thriving in many ways but I’ve grown as a parent by leaps and bounds all while physically and emotionally exhausted in some new way each day.  Let me bow down to all other Mothers who have done this deployment crapola before me - I am just realizing that it was tough with a baby (his last deployment ended weeks after Papaya’s first birthday) but it REALLY sucks with a sweet little person who is confused and upset and heartbroken and can no longer be comforted with a boob in her mouth.  I mean - I have to come up with a trick equal to that?  Never going to happen.  I’ll have to just keep letting her use “the crusher” to cremate rinsed clean soda cans.  You think I’m joking but I’m not - she loves that like she loves the beach and ice cream.

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