Really, what can you say to that? What four year old is going to understand the army assignments process and the myriad of reasons you can’t come home right now.

It’s been a rough couple of days over here. I’ve been in typical denial for me, which means avoiding calling home b/c it just hurts too damn much. Plus the internet over here sucks and the video calls I’ve been attempting have been fleeting half pictures and choppy audio. So I get an email from mom that says my oldest has been acting out.

So I picked up the phone.

As hell goes, this was a good dry run. My oldest sat a few feet away from the phone wailing that I want my momma. Then my little one starts crying because the oldest takes the phone away.

Let me tell you, there’s nothing quit like hearing your kids hurting and knowing there’s nothing you can do about it.

But we got through it. My oldest was distracted by promises of Texas Roadhouse and a promise to call tomorrow.

And I guess that’s going to have to be good enough because there are still a lot of tomorrows to get through before we go home.