So J flew halfway around the world today, only for his flight from Chicago to Omaha to be cancelled. I can’t believe it! There went my plan to pick him up on my way home from work. Now he’s on a flight to Dallas, and I can only hope that he’ll hop on a plane back to the Big O later tonight. I don’t wanna wait to see him until tomorrow! Waah!
And the waiting game continues…
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J arrives back in Omaha later this evening, shortly after I get off of work. Another deployment completed. This one was the easiest of the three so far. It helped that he was located in a place where he could call me once, sometimes twice, a day. I felt as though he was safer than he’s been, so I didn’t spend my days worrying (about him, at least. I did spend my days worrying about other things!).
We have a lot to do when he gets home, including fencing in our backyard so Briscoe can play in the sunshine and heading back to NJ for my sister’s engagement party. Most exciting, however, will be the celebration of our one year anniversary at the end of the month! What an emotional year it’s been. Together. Apart. Together. Apart. Together. Apart. Together.
We’re thinking of taking a mini-vacation to just relax and enjoy the pleasure of one another’s company. The idea of getting away for a couple of days is bliss. No walking the dog. No cleaning the kitchen. No compulsively checking email/Twitter/Facebook. *Ahh*
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A week into J’s deployment, and I suffered through another emotionally exhausting day. I had the opportunity to speak to him on the phone twice today, and both times I cried for the majority of the conversation. I’m just feeling overwhelmed by all of the home improvement projects we are planning — especially by the cost of the work that needs to be done. I’ve also taken on some personal projects that are forcing me to make decisions quickly, something I struggle to do normally but that becomes even more challenging without the direct support of my hubby.
None of things that are causing me stress are necessarily BAD things; on the contrary, they are all positive changes we are making to our house and to our lives. It’s just that I feel like the time, the money and the energy required to complete them all is weighing on me and me alone, and I really wish J were here to share the burden.
I must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning because I’ve been in a foul mood all day. I tried to snap myself out of it both times while we were talking over the phone, but I was just in too deep. I know that he understands how hard it is for me to simply “cheer up!” when I’m feeling sad or frustrated, but I still feel guilty for moping during our conversation. There isn’t much he can do to cheer me up from all the way over there and he knows that, which makes listening to me cry that much harder for him.
Ugg, so now I feel guilty on top of already feeling overwhelmed and frustrated. What I need is a good night’s sleep in a freshly made bed and to wake up to a brand new tomorrow.
Thanks for listening.
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Saturday morning my friend Jamie and her dog Lola drove me and Briscoe to the dog park for some play time. Sunny and warm, it was the perfect weather to spend a little time out of doors. The perpetual worrier that I am, I was relieved that everything went smoothly at the dog park–Briscoe didn’t escape, run away or pick a fight with a malicious dog. Yes, everything went well… until we returned home. That’s when I realized that I had locked us out of the house.
Since we hadn’t driven, I didn’t bring my keys, and I had forgotten to unlock the door in the kitchen that leads into the garage. My first instinct was to call Jamie to see if I had ever given her a key to my house. The answer–no. Then I called an Air Force buddy of J’s, the one who helped me out immensely while J was deployed over the winter, to see if I had given him a copy of my key. Nope. However, he volunteered to come over to help figure out what to do. I assumed I’d have to pay a locksmith to let me back into my own house.
When JD arrived, I remembered that I had left the window over the kitchen sink unlocked, as I had it opened the day before. Jokingly I suggested we climb through the window to unlock the door. Surprisingly, JD thought it was worth a try and, using a small ladder from my garage (we have a touch pad that allows us to open the garage door from the outside), climbed up to the window, removed the screen, and hoisted himself through it. If only I had my camera to capture the moment his feet were dangling out of the window!
So by breaking into my house, JD saved me the hassle (and money) of having to call a locksmith, and I learned a very important lesson: make sure somebody has a copy of my house key. You should do the same.
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