Well this deployment Shayne took 30 days off before he leaves. Now this is a blessing and a curse. I know, I know sounds just plain bitchy, but I can tell you that as much as I cry when he's gone, I wanna cry he's up my butt and messing up my schedules being home in the bed, or the recliner, or well just under foot.
I know that in a few weeks, I'll be a blubbering idiot walking around lost without him, but today, I'm ok with a break. I find myself frustrated once again with the "hurry up and wait" thing that goes on with the military, and you'd think I'd be getting used to it, but right now I just want this damn thing to start and get done.
We are hoping to see each other this summer for a few days, but I have learned to NOT count on anything. I have several missions this time, and I am hoping to see some POSITIVE changes. My fear is that this time we live in our own house, and any major problems we might have (God Forbid) will all the sudden have to be my problem...not just a realtor's. Oh well I have since figured out that if it's not one thing it's another, so guess its life.
I have found so much support with old friends I have found on
Facebook. Pretty cool, I love my family, and they are an amazing support, but some days its tough to keep saying the same thing over and over, and I'm sure they get sick of hearing it. I mean 9 months is a long time to listen to someone bitching, whining, crying and complaining ya know. Now I have an way to talk to other people who know and love me, and help keep my family a bit saner LOL.
So this is the downhill trek to his departure, and we are surviving. I will check in more often after he's gone...but you all know that already LOL.
