Monday, February 21, 2005


It is now 18:20. I have been sitting here all day waiting for a call from my husband's unit to tell me when he should be coming in. On the unit's website it says, "Do not call us. We will call you". So like a good little army wife, I have been sitting here twiddling my thumbs in anticipation of a call.

I couldn't take it anymore; all I knew was that his flight left this morning and he should be in Germany shortly. I took the snowy weather into consideration, but still couldn't understand why it was taking so long. So I broke down. I called.

Just as I suspected, the unit did not call me six hours out. The guy on Staff Duty told me the ceremony would be in two hours. TWO HOURS! I would be rich if I had a dollar for every time I've said, "This is SUCH a screwed-up unit". GRRRR.

The joy of seeing my husband tonight outweighs my irritation, but c'mon people! Get it together!

Thursday, February 17, 2005


Lately, I've been feeling blah. I haven't felt passionate enough about anything to actually blog about it. I'm not sad, I'm not particularly happy...I'm just...well, blah.

The love of my life returns sometime in the next couple of days. I've been fairly strong for the nine months that he's been gone, but now that I know he's coming home, I'm done. I'm done doing everything by myself. I'm done taking out the trash. I'm done being alone. I'm done trying to drive in the snow. I'm done holding my 75 pound dog in my lap. I'm done counting the days until my life can begin again. I'm just done.

Just for clarification purposes, I'm not trying to be bratty or whine about my situation. I knew when I married Mark that deployment was a strong possibility. And I know that thousands of other families have it way worse than I do...I recognize that...but is it ok that I've hit my limit?

When my dark roots grow out and it's time for me to go to the salon, I make an appointment for a new color. If my hair is getting kind of shaggy, I make an appointment for a trim. However, I've noticed that my roots can be two inches long and my hair could be REALLY shaggy, but until I make the appointment, I'm in no big hurry to do anything about it. Once I get that appointment date, it never seems to come fast enough. I start looking in the mirror more to examine how horrible my hair looks, I call the salon back to see if they have anything a day sooner. I become a basket case.

Well for the last nine months, I've been ok. But now that I have the appointment date, it really can't come fast enough.