What is TDY, anyways?

With my husband somewhere over US Airspce, and gone for 3 weeks, I am suddenly taking on the role of "single mom"... Not in the true sense of those who are single mothers- I do not have to run out and get three jobs to keep food on the table. But I do have the sole responsibility of care and maintenance of the kids.
Usually- even if for a few minutes each day, when Kevin gets home, I can take a break, brief though it is, and get away from the fighting and bickering and back talking of my children.
I am only doing this for three weeks- if we were at a different base, I would be doing it for 3 or 4 months at a time. My husband would not be deployed to the states for school- but in some god-forsaken cat box of a desert, surrounded by people who hate him because he is American. I have it easy, I know... i have friends with spouses in Afghanistan and Iraq. So much as I pray for them- I am glad it is not me.
I miss my hubby, my buddy, my pal, and it hasn't been a whole day since he left. Codependent I am not, but it sucks to not have anyone to hang with after the kids go to bed... And AFN offers little by way of distraction, as 78% of the time- there is shit on to watch.
So, I will no doubt be entering an emotional cycle of keep busy days and insomnia nights. I will do my damnedest to hold the reins of control on the kids in one hand, and the reins to my sanity in the other... For example, I am looking at my son at the kitchen table- he has been staring at the same 4 pieces of broccoli for 40 minutes. I am amusing myself at the idea of what choice he will make- he eats it- he gets to play video games- he doesn't.... well, no games of course. These are the kind of little power struggles I would normally have a helping daddy hand on.
These next three weeks should make for good blogging though, as my stress level climbs and surges like some kind of sick psychological tide.
Pray for me- and them... give them the wisdom to not send me into walls... and me the patience to deal with the constant drone of the high pithed screaming fights.
Miss you, Honey. Come home safe and soon