Papaya and I are on our journey each day. Some days she wakes me with the sun and I drag every muscle in my body to crawl to the toaster and make waffles. Some mornings I get really excited for her to wake up and start the day.
She’s loving Montessori Preschool and has quite a crush on a roatating list of little boys and a few girls. It is so funny to hear her tell of her day and how “Hanna and I wanted to play with the same job, so we made a choice to share.” How cool is that?
It’s starting to get busy here. Adventure Dad is off on his new submarine and won’t be home for a few more months. So we are into our “groove” of staying busy - weekly playdates, meeting and getting to know the “boat wives” and the Holidays! I’ve already ordered a bunch of Christmas gifts. I am planning to attend a wedding, a Military spouse conference and a few other social events this month.
I feel like the busiest woman on the block and it’s nice, being so social I’m much more fulfilled at the end of the day when we’ve interacted with a variety of people. So far, Papaya seems to react the same way. Thank goodness she’s as social as I am!
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Like a fish out of water by Papaya Mom on October 13th, 2007
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.
Laughing is not appropriate by Papaya Mom on October 15th, 2007
when you are a children's librarian in a town that sits next to a military base, on an island with many military bases and a mother asks you about children's books on deployment.
"Don't be sad" by Papaya Mom on January 4th, 2008
the Papaya said to me, sweeping away the tears as they ran down my face.
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the Papaya said to me, sweeping away the tears as they ran down my face. We were watching him go through the TSA line at 6 a.m. - back to England for Adventure Dad.
I love Papaya - she’s sad in bits but honestly, she’s okay, she trusts that we said when Daddy is done with his Job that she’ll get to go to England (the land of Castles!) and “get him.” She’d like his job to be done “when the sun comes up tomorrow” but she accepts my explanation that it’s a big job and will take him a few months.
Most important? Love.
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Laughing is not appropriate by Papaya Mom on October 15th, 2007
when you are a children's librarian in a town that sits next to a military base, on an island with many military bases and a mother asks you about children's books on deployment.
Like a fish out of water by Papaya Mom on October 13th, 2007
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.
On the journey by Papaya Mom on October 6th, 2008
Papaya and I are on our journey each day.
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when you are a children’s librarian in a town that sits next to a military base, on an island with many military bases and a mother asks you about children’s books on deployment. It’s not “way out” there and “not really a common subject” right now. In fact - I found over a hundred books on Amazon including the one I bought for my daughter. Nope - not “travel” honey, deployment, with a big fat D that you might find familiar since your name tag ought to read “Dumb biotch.”
Children learn how to cope from watching us, and from the stories we read. No - it’s not a “travel” subject honey, and it’s sure not “death” you moron. It is deployment (shall I spell that again for you?) and it’s happening to thousands of kids on the island you work on (heck within a mile of your library there are sure to be hundreds). So maybe, next time a mother wants to find a picture book to help her child you’ll keep your idiotic and cruel laughter to yourself. Or - if I have the guts I might come back and tell you in person how unprofessional and rude your reaction was and how it made me want to cry in public you insufferable bitch.
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"Don't be sad" by Papaya Mom on January 4th, 2008
the Papaya said to me, sweeping away the tears as they ran down my face.
Like a fish out of water by Papaya Mom on October 13th, 2007
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.
On the journey by Papaya Mom on October 6th, 2008
Papaya and I are on our journey each day.
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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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Laughing is not appropriate by Papaya Mom on October 15th, 2007
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On the journey by Papaya Mom on October 6th, 2008
Papaya and I are on our journey each day.
"Don't be sad" by Papaya Mom on January 4th, 2008
the Papaya said to me, sweeping away the tears as they ran down my face.
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