Daily life on off the battlefield

My Dad arrived late Tuesday night. I think he is kind of wondering what he is going to do here for an entire month! He is so used to running around in Boise, always busy and always more to do. Our life here is rather simple. Busy. But simple. We wake up. We get ready for the day. We get to where we are going (school or work). We come home. We walk the pets. We take the trash out. We eat. We do homework. We go to Hazel's soccer, running or dance or Liam's chess, scouts or lacrosse. Then we take baths, read and go to bed. At times there is a play date or birthday party to get ready for but other than that I suppose we are rather simple.

Yesterday Dad came with me to return a lacrosse helmet and pads that I bought for Liam at Play it Again Sports that were to big. Then we went to the Fresh Market because we were at the beach and we bought some gluten free items and chatted with a man who works there who is from Boise. Then we wen tot Ace Hardware to get screen to make Liam a sieve to use while he uses his new metal detector to find treasures. When we got home it looked like rain and suddenly we decided to examine the Florida room and the gutters....and so I got on a ladder and scooped all the rotten debris from the gutters and wiped down the summer sludge from the top of the room and cleaned the screens. Impressive. I had to climb up along the tree in the back to remove the Christmas lights that never got taken down last year (LEE!!!). Anyway, they were a mess.

Family fun night at the school last night. There was hosted dinner and games and a raffle. Liam, who has a history of never winning in anything random, won a raffle of games. He had plans to sell the games that he already had. However, he had his eye on Christopher (a young South African boy we know who is in kindergarten). This little boy was starting to get upset because he did not win (or it looked that way). Liam decided to give him his domino game. It was sweet. Liam gave it to him and a big hug. He is such an empathetic, kind soul.

This morning, I asked Hazel to wake Liam when she was upstairs getting ready. He would not wake up to she rolled him off his bed. He was still resisting so apparently she decided to drop water on his head. Great. I heard screaming and I run upstairs and Liam is throwing things at her. Anger control 101.

So it is Friday. Lee calls daily - sometimes we just don't know what to say. His world is so very different from ours. The level of detachment is grand but expected. I had a dream last night that he was talking inappropriately to a female soldier and I was really mad. Woke up mad. I hate that kind of brain penetration. It will be good to chat with him later for reassurance. Being the wife at home requires a lot of reassurance.