The whole anticipation/anxiety thing with deployments stinks. It’s so hard to be on the countdown, but not know the exact date that the Husband will leave.
We know when he is supposed to report to the Desert, but we don’t know when he is going to start the journey to get there. We do know that this was likely the last weekend that we would be together as a family until sometime in January.
I was torn today between wanting to just watch him play with the girls and wanting to go somewhere alone. I know that once he leaves the opportunities for me to go anywhere alone will be few and far between. I am far too cheap to hire a babysitter and I don’t anticipate many family visitors over the next few months.
The Husband and I are complete opposites on the being along thing. I love to be alone. He hates it. So while I do get jealous of his trips and alone time, he gets jealous of the chaos always surrounding me.
So today, I did decide to go to the store alone for a bit. It was nice to be alone, but that also meant I was alone with my thoughts. I did cry a bit on my way to the store. Part of it was sadness that he is leaving and part of it was guilt for going to the store instead of hanging out with him.
He and the girls had fun playing in the sandbox and playing baseball in the backyard. So that was a good thing. They had some good bonding without me.
Then this afternoon after naps, we all sat down and watched the Elmo video about deployments. It really sucks when Elmo can make you cry.
Now the girls are asleep and we are back into our normal routine. He is watching TV and I am on the computer. {DANG-BLASTED freaking Chargers just lost the game. Yes, I am multi-tasking}
It’s strange how we go from being sad and completely focused on the looming D-Day and yet can slip right back into our “normal” routine.
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.