When I was 20 years old, I was deployed to Guantanamo Bay in the Army. One night we went out for dinner to celebrate the birthday of a person in our unit. There are a few restaurants in GTMO, and we went to one of the fanciest, the one attached to the Officer’s Club. It was pretty lush compared to the chow hall fare I ate for most meals, so I decided to go all out and order filet mignon, just how I like it, rare. Everyone at the table gasped in surprise. “I thought you were a vegetarian!” one of my fellow Soldiers exclaimed.
This week was a tough one. We passed the half way point of our diet, which was exciting, but I was out of the house and unable to cook meals for several days this week. I work as a birth doula, and I had two clients go into labor this week, both of them had very long, difficult births. That left Jeremy on his own to feed the kids, something he wasn’t entirely prepared for after a long day of work himself.