Well we are less than 24 hours until the Husband’s adventure begins. At this point we are both ready for him to just go. It sounds terrible, I know. But the anticipation, anxiety and stress are making it tough.
The sooner he leaves, the sooner he will be home is our new mantra.
We have run through all the emotions possible. We go from sad, to sick, to mad, to neutral all in a matter of moments. It’s frustrating and disheartening all at the same time.
We all have this crazy misconceived notion of how the last few weeks are supposed to be spent. I guess we should be bonding, and taking special trips and just loving each other.
Instead we seem to be short with each other and really pretty nonchalant about the whole thing. I know today I will probably cry most of the day. But I suppose that’s better than fighting.
Normally before a longer TDY, we get into a huge knock-down, drag-out argument in the days preceding his departure. It’s usually about something stupid like money or my lack of touchy-feely-ness. But this time we haven’t. I suppose the day is young though. 
He did get rather annoyed with me yesterday when I embarked on a landscaping project in the front yard. He didn’t want to be sweating in the 100 degree heat, while inhaling the noxious fume from the Station Fire. I get why he was annoyed, but the mulch has been sitting in the garage for two months now and I wanted the darn project done.
If I hadn’t started on it, we would have just sat on the couch watching TV. At least with my plan we were productive.
Anyway here we are. Our last day before he goes, a beautiful front yard and one more road trip down to the airport.
Just a strange aside, the Big One just came downstairs dressed for the day. The child has at least 80 T-shirts in her drawer. Typically she wears the same 7 shirts. Well for whatever reason, she just came down wearing a pink T-shirt with a skunk on it that says, “Little Stinker.” I know you are thinking, so what?
Well, the Husband picked out that T-shirt for the Big One when she was about 5 months old and we were at the Sauerkraut Festival in Ohio. He thought it was the funniest thing ever and had to buy it. She has never worn the shirt before. NEVER. It’s been in her drawer for months and she has never picked it out to wear. Then out of the blue she came downstairs wearing that shirt. Somehow they just seem to have a sixth sense about things.
Now mind you, he just reached out and picked a random rock out of the bag. When I picked up the rock, I was surprised to see it was shaped just like a heart. Check it out.
