Because It's 2nd in 7 Days

When will this waiting be over? I'm shedding a tear while writing this. It didn't only cause me eye bags from trying to bury myself in watching movies and staying up late at night; but also a bulgier tummy from pigging out on anything fatty. Anything rich in calories is not good. But I need to get back in shape again to make my husband feel that it's like the first time we see each other. Darndest.

This exact emotion is difficult to explain to a 4-year-old clueless kid so I don't share. I can't even explain it to myself. Neither will the single, naive & innocent helper can understand the tough situation I am currently into. Let her enjoy the pre-loved Yes! magazines I gave her. Waiting is not a new topic for me. As far as the military wives are concerned, it's second to trust. You got to learn to wait if you wish to marry a military guy. 7 days, 2 weeks or even months. Just wait. No questions asked.

This is so cliché but like what they said "she who waits, also serves". I am an army wife. I can't complain about waiting because I decided to be in this very moment. I remembered Mayor Amog, who officiated our civil rites wedding, said that I shouldn't just wait, that I should do something. That is what I am afraid of. That whenever I will start to do something and I have already poured my heart into it, it is when my wife duties call me. Another period of adjustment. While I thought being a mother is a tough job, there goes another --- being a wife, more so, an army wife.  You see, in my diary, motherhood came first before marriage. So these things are so shocking for me, until now. I just want to bawl out on my pillow and scream in a way I wouldn't wake my little girl up. I haven't decently talked to my Rhambo for like 15 days already! Yes, there were times when he could send me a message for like 5-6 times in 2 days, but it's been almost a week since I've received an sms from him. God knows how much I miss Rhambo. We've been like this when we're not married yet but its difficulty is so different now. Especially that we'll be celebrating our 2nd year anniversary in 7 days. I'll be really happy to at least receive a greeting from him on that day. Please, Lord.

A younger Rhambo in Mindanao, 2006. That's the toy I gave him.

Sigh. I worry about the guy. Does he eat? Oh, of course he does! Canned sardines floating in a liter of boiling water. How does he look like? Dirty, for sure. Jeez, tears again. I have suddenly thought of some bastards from the previous company, who think of soldiers as puppies of the government. I'm sorry, but you have to pass over my hot and sexy dead body first before you can tell that to his face! They are not puppies, excuse you, they are public servants.  

LB's art.

This may be a tad easy for me if only LB didn't say she misses her father earlier. She said it for like 4 times the whole afternoon. And she was clingy, hugging and kissing me. Then she drew something. She said it was me, Tatay, her and her "brother". Ooh, great ball of fire, I'm so pressured. My husband, though not directly, is giving me a hard time. Then my daughter would insinuate about having a brother? As if it's so easy to conceive with one Fallopian tube left in my reproductive system! This is so craziness overboard. Oh well, tomorrow is another day. I may rant here, there & everywhere, but nothing would change. I will wait until he comes home --- or at least texts me. Go, army! ❤