It’s been a rough week….

For the most part, I have a good attitude when I’m underway. I’m in the Navy, and this is my job. I don’t particularly mind being underway, it just sucks to be away from my family and loved ones. Actually being underway is fine for the most part-some drama on occasion, but that’s to be expected. It’s comforting to be out to sea, and I enjoy going to various ports around the world, despite the fact that there are far more days where we’re not in port to those that we are. I would really love to take a cruise some day, so that I get the experience of being out to sea and not working 12-20 hour days while doing so.

However, every once in a while, you just have one of those weeks. This past week or so was one of mine. It started off horribly on Friday, with some major drama back at home, concerning one of the kids. Now, I typically have no problem sharing damn near everything with people, but this was so major that I’m not even willing to talk about it. It was rough, both for me out here and especially for everyone back in California. It looks like the worst of it has subsided, but that doesn’t mean the situation is over, it’s actually pretty far from being resolved. The worst part is I don’t think that would have happened if I had been home.

Then, two days later, it was Logan’s first birthday. I already wrote a post on that, so you guys know how much I wanted to be there for it, I just couldn’t. It really sucks to have missed his birth and his first birthday because I was gone two different times. At least I had several months in-port with him in-between. And, Mary sent me some 270 pictures and almost 20 short videos, so I got to see most of the day through those.

And, then today? Well, today would’ve been Shayna’s 34^th birthday. She didn’t even make it a month into her 34^th year before passing away, so I have to run through all these emotions again next month. They’ll be much more pronounced then. At least I can look back on her birthdays with joy, as I was there for half of them or so (realize I’ve lived across the country for 13 years now); but I can’t look back on February 23^rd with anything but sadness, as it was, by far, probably the roughest day of my life and I definitely cried more that day than any other day.

Like I said, it’s just been one of those weeks.