On my other blog, I just wrote about the Big Ones great timing with getting sick the other day. I wish the Husband could get some of that timing vibe from her!

Now that the deployment is coming to an end, one would thing we would have the timing of phone calls down, unfortunately we do not. I know he thinks that I have spent the entire time he’s been gone stressing out, yelling and generally being annoyed with the girls.

Yes, there have been a lot of those type of moments, but not all the time, just every time he calls.

I’ve written before about the morning of dog diarrhea that followed a night of kid-puke; he called at the exact moment that I discovered the dog diarrhea, so yes I was stressed.

Then yesterday we were at WalMart. We were fine wandering around looking at things. The girls were fine. Then he called just as we got to the frozen pizza aisle. So as I am trying to talk to him, the Big One is darting in between people trying to open every door and whining that she wanted every kind of pizza in the cases.

Meanwhile I am trying to maintain a conversation with him, while assuring that the Big One didn’t completely disappear into the abyss of people that is a Super WalMart on a Saturday morning. So yes, I was a little stressed and annoyed all at the same time.

Of course then he gets angry that I am not devoting 100 percent of my attention to him, so he ends the conversation and then I feel guilty for the rest of the day. It’s a great cycle.

Then this morning, I took 20 seconds to walk out the front door and halfway down the driveway to get the newspaper. Guess who called during those 20 seconds? I swear the phone must have started ringing the millisecond that I closed to front door to go out and then stopped ringing the millisecond I opened the door. I didn’t even hear it. Of course the girls were yelling, “Your phone was ringing!” as soon as I got in the door.

So now I sit and wait for him to call back. I know as soon as he does, he will make some smart comment about me still being asleep at 8 a.m. Then I will get annoyed because I haven’t slept that late in ages. Ahhhh, I love the drama of morale phone calls.