After moving here a friend I have known before who was posted here a year earlier, she asked me how I can be so eloquent about the things I write about, how I don’t get mad like she does, or how it sounds like I can just roll with everything that comes my way. And I laughed.   And laughed. This, this here on this computer screen?  This isn’t reality. We all have different days.  Some days you are telling the world that 7 months isn’t that long and it will be over soon enough. And other days you are already having a mid-deployment meltdown at 2 weeks when the washing machine breaks and the car needs repairs and your son just poured a bag of pebbles down the kitchen sink. Some days you know that you can take on the birthday party by yourself with one hand tied behind your back. Sure.  Invite more kids.  Bring it on. And other days you are hiding in a bathroom from 15 kids on a sugar crazed rampage in your own home cursing him for not being there to help.  Some days you are telling the kids how big of an adventure it is they are getting to take and how fast they will make new friends. And other days you are having a hard time getting out of bed because you hate every single thing about a city that you haven’t even given a chance. Some days you are hugging your DH and smiling at him and telling him that you wouldn’t have it any other way, that it’s not a big deal, that you can do this, that it’s…