Mmm... doughnuts... and memories.

Yesterday was National Doughnut Day for all of  you who didn't know. 


Naturally, I forgot, so Ryder and I went and celebrated today. I forgot how quickly sprinkles make me lapse into childhood and I want to go running up the street with my best friend to the creepy abandoned shack and dare each other to go inside. We never went further that the first room, then we went shrieking back down into my yard, collapsing with giggles and calling each other chicken, but then quickly moving on to our next 8 year old adventure in the pasture behind my house. (Yes Chelsea, I was that kid growing up in the south with cows in my backyard. haha) 


Then, while licking the sugary goodness off of my fingers, I remember that she lives in New Orleans, is married, and has a beautiful new little boy. I rarely talk to her. Then it occurs to me that I have a 2year old screaming me back into total reality. I have a toddler, a Soldier, a wedding coming up, a job that kicks my ass on a daily basis, a car that needs repairs, a house to buy, an irreplaceable ring to replace, (but THAT is a whole other story... sigh) and not enough money to go around until my next paycheck. 


Where's the goddamn lottery? At least Michael will be home soon and certified to do pretty much ANYTHING that involves an engine or other interchangeable parts, and will be making damn good money doing it. I sure do miss him though. 


I think AIT is almost worse than BCT. With BCT I never got to talk to him on the phone, so going about my daily business was easier, because I could let the fact that I was so lonely I just wanted to curl up on the floor and sob until I threw up slip to the back of my mind. In AIT he calls me every morning and every night, with a smattering of text messages strewn in.... which I LOVE, don't get me wrong, but every time I hear his ringtone or get a text that loneliness coming pummeling it's way to the forefront of my mind like a freight train. 


He'll be home for Christmas, but only for 2 weeks (1 of which I'm working all week) and then I get to sleep alone again after just getting used to having him with me. 


January cannot get here fast enough. Wish I knew his graduation day so I could get plane tickets.