Sunday, January 14, 2007

Fret fret fret

I'll admit that this was a tough weekend, emotionally. The announcement of a deployment date left me pacing like a caged lioness. I'll spill my guts more on that later, when I get a grip. Or even if I don't.

Meantime, a few more tidbits. I forgot to tell you Brian shaved his head Saturday. They all had to get uber-short haircuts for this gig, as it was for beginning basic training. Apparently, he got back to his room, thought "what the hell," and foamed his head up with shaving cream. He only nicked his head in one place, he told me, proudly.

Hey, most of my best male friends sport this look, so I think he's just adorable with it. I still acted all Motherly (I can't help it) and commented about wearing sunscreen in the desert: he's going to burn! He'll be wearing a helmet, he reassured me. "A HELMET? That's going to wear a blister through your scalp!" [Imagine that in a squawky, motherly voice.]

The army needs to recruit Army Mothers.

I'd enlist in a heartbeat! Think of it! I'd walk up and down the barracks, "there-there-ing" the soldiers, and scolding drill sargeants that were too harsh with my boys.

I'd feed them spaghetti and rice krispie treats, and box their ears when necessary, and tell them to respect women, and to wear sunscreen.

I'd make them write thank-you notes, and call their Mama's. "Don't give her any lip, either, boy," I'd say. Then I'd kiss them atop their shiny pink heads and tell them to get some sleep.

All 400 of them.

It would be my job.

I'd be very good at it.

Of course, Brian's friends would probably also throw in that on any given Friday night, I'd take them for tattoo's and do shots with them.

I'd be Lydia the Tattoo'd Army Mom.

It has just occurred to me that someone may be having a difficult time letting go of this mothering stuff. I'm not mentioning any names, but her initials are GnightGirl.

So anyhoot, Brian and Co. did arrive in Fort Irwin last night, in the middle of the night, to a nice frigid 12-degrees. TWELVE deeeee-greeees. In the middle of the desert. That doesn't make sense to me.

Being motherly, when things don't make sense to me, I check them out. (Smart mothers know what I'm talking about.) It's true! says that tomorrow morning at 6 a.m., it will be FIVE degrees at Fort Irwin.

And my boys are sleeping in TENTS.

I'll find the keys. Somebody grab my purse. I have to run 400 extra blankets out to the desert, and start tucking my boys in for the night. Anybody call shotgun?


I wish.


  1. Your son is so incredibly brave. And so are you. I don't pray much but you two will definitely get a mention in my next prayer. For him courage and and protection. For you strength.

    Hang in there.

  2. I love this Army Mom idea you have! They could really use it!

    His "hair" looks nice!!

    'Member to tell him our bandana under helmet idea...he's a smart guy - he's probably already thought of it!

  3. May be I could drop the blankets off .. I live pretty close to the place ..


  4. Thanks, Spice.

    Marcy: They're only allowed ball caps, can you believe it?

    Ilaiy: You're going to make a good mom someday.

  5. Oh! I want to go be an "army mom" with you!


    Count me in.

  7. Lori, I am willing to bet that there are 399 other moms with the same idea.

    My thoughts are with you everyday.

  8. You'd be the best Army Mom! Need company for the blanket delivery trip? Give me a buzz....

    Love the Lydia reference. Now that song is stuck in my head. Yikes.

  9. Grrrr. Another post leaving me reaching for the phone home. I'm going to have to send you my bill.

  10. Awww...hang in there 'army mom'!

  11. Ugh. I'm so sorry honey. I know you're worried. He'll be OK. He's tough like his mom. Call me.

  12. Army Mom!!! Great idea! And you fit the bill. I can't imagine what you must be going through and here's wishing and praying that all 400 will return safe and sound...Thinking of you and your boy.

  13. Don't worry about him at Irwin, or even Baghdad. The trouble won't start until he hits San Francisco.

  14. Question for you ... have you signed your son up for soldier's angels? If not, you totally should. He'll get care packages and letters from someone wonderful back home. It's a great lift of spirits for our wonderful service men and women.

  15. I'd feed them spaghetti and rice krispie treats, and box their ears when necessary, and tell them to respect women, and to wear sunscreen.

    We might be doing better over there if you were there with them! :)

  16. I could be an army mommy too...only I have no kids in the army...although Miss C would be a great soldier...telling eveyone to shut up...and let her watch Discovery Kids...

    Alas...Gnightgirl...I've been catching up on your posts...I send my hugs..and my prayers...and your son is brave..but you my dear..our very brave...

    But I'm sure all will be well..unless he gets a blister with the new look...and no helmet..

  17. totally blows.

    i'm grateful that there are such brave people who would do anything for this great country, and i'm sorrowful that they have to go even when it's for something stupid like this case.

    i LOVE the idea of an Army Mom though....brilliant.


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