I'm a little bummed out today...  Its been a hell of a couple of months and any more bad news I think I'm going to be bald by the end of THIS month.  We have the whole kit-N-caboodle: Financial problems, trust issues, children concerns, deployment possiblilities, injuries and travel dissappointments.  I don't know how much more I can seriously take.  On top of it all I'm handling it all on my own.  My husband's way of dealing with shit is sleeping, drinking or fishing.  Mostly sleeping and drinking, which doesn't help me any.  I'm doing most of the responsibilities around the house: Paying the bills, garbage, house work, kids, appointments...I do it all short of his MP training...its all getting too much.  I swear if I didn't have my friend Amber I probably would be lost.   

 The damn injury... 
My son, the escape artist, ran outside so I ran after him, slipped on a blanket and busted my chin open.  I didn't even realize what had happened to me until I got my son back in and saw blood on his head.  Atfirst I thought it was him.  Then I looked around and there was blood all over the place from me!  I ended up calling the ambulance, who said my gash was a half inch deep and about an inch in length.  That I will need stitches.  I felt so dissconnected...I can't explain...going on... So they took me and my two kids to the hospital and all I wanted was my husband to come and take care of the kids.  They, of course, couldn't find him and when they did they couldn't get a hold of him.  So the nurses had to help while they cleaned my gash. 
Okay so I was terrified beyond belief of the shot in the face.  Didn't care much about the stitches.  My gash didn't hurt that bad.  The amount of blood I lost didn't even freak me out, but the shot in the face made me shake lmao.  I usually don't have that bad of a problem with shots.  I don't like them, but the idea of a needle going into my face scared the shit outa me.  They made it worse by comparing it to a bee sting too.  Uh..I'm scared of bees and have had bee stings on the face and lips...not fun at all.   Seeing how I was THAT scared of having the damn shot they decided to spare me and glue it together. 
What broke my heart the most was while I was getting glued together (ha) the nurses were playing with my baby girl, but my son was beside himself with it all.  He's 2.5 years old he doesn't understand at all whats going on.  Every soldier that came in wearing ACUs he would go up to with outstretched arms wanting them to hold him and comfort him.  Relating the uniform to his daddy.  I was ready to cry just for him.  My poor baby!  Finally the SPC, who did the most work on me, picked him up and gave him a big a hugg.  When they finally finished I realized I didn't have a ride home.  I had no money (left my purse).  Strandad at the hospital with two babies and their carseats.  My husband, they still couldn't get a hold of.  The same SPC went around and gathered three bucks for a taxi ride.  Well I had tried to call my friend Amber before but she didn't answer.  Fortunately, I had reached her and she came and picked us up. 
When they did finally get a hold of my husband they told him that I had gotten into a car accident and that I was fine, but said nothing about our kids.  So he was scared out of his mind for our kids...mostly Libby :-/  We met up at the house and told him everything. 

SOME OF THE OTHER THINGS GOING ON.
Our old apartment wants money for damages we didn't do. It was like that when we got it, but we have to pay for it. The deployment has continued to stay "up in the air"...he either is reclassing to this speicific unit who is deploying now in the Fall or he could be reclassing to a unit here in MO. Who knows but it sucks that we don't have any solid answers right now. I'm preparing for the deployment either way.   
This is exhausting to write...imagine if I explained in detail everything else thats going on.   Must have been exhausting to read! ha! AHHHHHHHHHHH  Oh, God, Where are you?  I'm lost again!