Blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah. Brandon is currently on a Youth Trek in Wyoming. It feels like the whole ward went, except me. I really wanted to go, too, but with #5 it just didn't make any sense. So, the kids and I are busy doing our thing. As usual.
You would think that Brandon being gone would get easier. I mean, he's been traveling for work for years now, and we've been doing school for over a year. It's supposed to get easier, right?
So, very, very, very wrong.
It's gotten harder. Much harder. People keep saying it will be over soon, but it's hard to swallow that when I'm to the breaking point with the kids. Not having someone to take over is really, really hard. Because here's the irony: Even when he's here, he can't really help. He has to study. Or work. Or serve in his callings.
To be honest, I'm not angry with him about it. It truly can't be helped. I WANT him to be in school. I WANT him to serve in his callings. I WANT him to have a great job! These are good things and a necessary sort of "evil" right now in our lives.
But the exhaustion of raising five kids "alone" is palpable.
And I miss him so much, I ache. I love you, Brandon!