Now that his homecoming is so close (amazing how it still feels so far away), I've started counting down in ways that I'm sure many military spouses can relate to:
- I only have to watch two more episodes of The Bachelor alone (then Scout will be forced to sit and watch with me).
- I only have two more trash days to lug out our huge-ass garbage can to the street, around the four million cars we have parked in our driveway. Don't ask.
- I will only spend one more weekend cleaning feverishly by myself (Scout is the King of Cleaning. Not only does he rock at it, but he likes it. Sorry, ladies).
- Ten more days of school. About the time I start tryouts for seventh/eighth grade tennis, he will be here.
- Ten more days of dealing with my stupid-ass daycare by myself. I really should have blogged about all the bullshit I've had to deal with because of them (quickly: one time recently, they called me in a panic saying Tucker was "gushing" blood internally from his ear and that I should rush over and take him to the emergency room. When I arrived at the ER and had a chance to inspect his ear, it was a self-inflicted scratch - and he was not "gushing" blood. Oh, and there's the time that they called me because he had a rash and needed to be picked up. I got a substitute, headed to daycare, and they called me while I was still driving over there to say, "Oh, never mind. The rash is going away." Two examples in a bag full of why I really should find someone else to watch him. You know, because I have so much time to locate, inspect, interview, and background check someone else).
- I should have two more chemo caps finished for my Aunt.
- My bottle of Herbal Essences 2 in 1 Shampoo/Conditioner should be gone. This one is weird, but true. Every time I get in the shower and use some of it, I think, "We're one dollop closer to the end of the deployment!"