It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to....

Let's see, Tyler was up at least 4 times between when I FINALLY fell asleep at 1:00 until Al woke me up at 5:20 to wish me a happy birthday (yes, sweet, but I really could have waited until AFTER work). Then Tyler woke up claiming he was sick. I didn't have it in me to argue, and gave him chewable Tylenol and TRIED to go back to bed, listening to Al try to get ready for work and Tyler toss and turn in bed until he finally got up at 7:00ish. Since then he's been whiny and annoying. I feel like crap from no sleep so I was trying to get him to play in my room while I rested, and instead he took it upon himself to open up his cup and pour it on top of me and the bed (sorta accidentally, but annoying nonetheless). So, soaking wet, I get up. I go to check my e-mail. Got an e-mail from Al. Again his date for leaving this stupid base has been changed. I know I'm just hormonal, but everytime I even think about this anymore I start crying and cramping. I normally am pretty strong, but I just can't handle the stress of this. 99.9% of me just wants to leave and move back home with my parents with some stability for Tyler and some HELP for me. Selfish, I know. But now they're back to him staying here a full year longer, so I freakin' have to put up with it because I can't rightfully justify leaving my husband for a full year.

Yipee, happy birthday to me.