He is still not home. I wish I had more to tell people that want to know, but I don’t. And it is so frustrating. I’ve done everything I can possibly do to keep my mind off it. What little I do know, is thankfully given to me by a fellow wife, because our rear detachment is not telling us shit. So far I have…
steam cleaned the carpets
scrubbed the tile and baseboards
decluttered the living room and dining room
placed area rugs in high traffic areas
defined a dining room with another area rug. Since our living room and dining room shares the same 15x~30 ft area, this was all I could do. However, the rug matches the placemats.
I have also made the kitchen look like more personal, even though we move in 5 months I’m tired of just having a “house” and decided it would be nice to make it “home”. This is the first I’ve actually gone and bought ANY decor.
I’ve cleaned inside the dishwasher, cleaned the garbage disposal. For pete’s sake I even cleaned the top of the fridge, and tore all the shelves and drawers out to clean. The sheets and towels in our room are washed and changed, all laundry is washed, dried, and put away. I have washed blinds and windows, scrubbed cabinet and drawer faces, you name it I’ve done it.
And now…I’m sitting and waiting. And hoping. He called this morning, told me what little he’s allowed to. Soon…we hope. But we’ve heard that before.