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I am kind of laughing at myself right now…it’s amazing how we can see the circumstances around us and long for something better or easier. Then, once we get there, we do the very same thing.
Two weeks ago, I was at a point with both my husband and this deployment where I was just tired. I was tired of him being gone, tired of being up at all hours of the night for instant message conversations for months on end…I was just plain old worn out EXHAUSTED. I told Russ in all sincerity that I really couldn’t wait until he started traveling home from Afghanistan so that I could catch up on some much-needed rest before he came home. After as often as we were communicating I didn’t really think that not talking to him during that time would make much difference with all the homecoming excitement.
Boy was I WRONG!! It’s now been 52 hours and 12 minutes since I last talked to him…I have no idea where he is or exactly when he will be home. The suspense is positively nerve wracking…I’m lying in bed awake usually taking an hour or two to fall asleep, only to wake up about every hour expecting a phone call any minute. I’m freaking out that somehow even with all the double and triple checking I’ve done that the FRG forgot to call me and Russ will show up at my door…I woke up at 5:30 this morning and could not go back to sleep, so I got up shortly after 6AM. (So much for that much-needed rest!)
My house has been clean for a week…I have very little to do in the next day, or two days, or four days, or however many days I have left.
AND I MISS HIM!!!!!!!!
I guess this not-talking stuff will make homecoming that much sweeter.
So I guess the moral of the story is….hmmm….not quite sure…be more thankful? take sleeping pills? don’t complain? don’t clean your house a week in advance?
HAHA! just really rambling here to pass the time.