A few of my thoughts

First of all I want to apologize for not making daily blog rounds. I feel so guilty not visiting like I use too. This is a temporary setback ... I'll be back to my old self soon.... I hope. Someone told me the other day that I too have been in boot camp along with Matt. I know that I haven't had someone screaming at me every waking moment but I do believe that they called it "Marine Momma Boot Camp." Well let me tell you ... I DON'T LIKE IT!!!!!! What am I referring to? Well I'm going to tell you. As of today, it's been 2 1/2 weeks since I have received a letter from Matt. Yes, I KNOW that he is extremely busy. All I ask is that he drop a line or two ... something like this ... Momma, I'm still in the land of the living Love you, Matt Is this to much to ask for? I have found myself very depressed the last week or so. Actually, I do believe that it started the week of his rifle qualifications. I cry at anything ... a commercial on t.v., a song on the radio, just a simple thought. Last night, around 9:00, I was driving to the store. There was the most beautiful full moon. I stopped at the end of the drive, stared at the moon and cried. I was thinking of Matt at that very moment... what was he doing, was he ok, was his feet dry, did he have enough to eat, had he already turned in for the night? If he was sleeping, was he comfortable? Was he thinking of us? Just basically was he ok? I know he is ... and yes I guess I'm over reacting... and yes I know I'm going to hear from a lot of people ... this is a momma thing... he's ok... I know these things... but I still DON'T LIKE IT... and you can't make me like it either. Yesterday, I received an e-mail from a wonderful lady, who is a Marine Mother of 2 ... I visited her site and found a very long list of "You know your a Marine Mom when".... here a few that I pulled out that has been a part of MY boot camp training. Your last good night's sleep was 6 months before he left for bootcamp. You have finally resigned yourself to the fact that Marine mail is delivered seasonally rather than daily. You can't quite figure out what non-Marine mothers worry about You will get in a high speed chase just to catch up with someone's Marine Corps bumper sticker. You tear up every time you see someone in uniform. When the post office personnel know you by your first name. You have a bad day at work and your co-workers serenade you with the Marine Hymn and give you a red rose and the whole office is crying. When watching the West Wing you care nothing about the plot, you are just peering closely to see the Marines in dress blues at the White House. When you try to read aloud to others the "You know you are a Marine mom when..." list you can't because of the lump in your throat and the tears in your eyes. You go out to your mail box with your reading glasses and a letter opener. You sleep with your phone in your hand. You stalk a man at the grocery store in a Marine cap so you can tell him about your Marine. You find a way to work into every conversation that your son/daughter is a Marine. "Would you like to supersize that ma'am?" "No, but speaking of super, did you know that my son is a Marine?" Please forgive me for my venting today. I just had to get this off my chest. SMOOCHES~