I waited and waited to find out when Hunny would be home. It was torture. Or so I thought. Now that I know, time has come to a standstill. Maybe it’s just the weekend. I have hated weekends since this deployment started. I guess because during the week it was normal to be alone all day. On the weekends we were together. Of course things will pickup after payday. I have an appointment with the “shrink” that afternoon, an FRG meeting that evening. Thursday we have reintegration classes. I was going to skip them, but I do want to hear the ptsd info. I’m not worried about us adjusting, that will happen immediately. But I do want to know more about PTSD. I know him well enough to notice if he’s a little off, but better to be informed.
Then I need to get my hair recolored, and hopefully re permed if I can manage both before he gets home. If not, just the color. I’m going to go to Total Image to see the girl that used to do my hair. I’m thinking about getting my nails done too, but that probably won’t happen. Acrylics are so damaging. I need to get his favorite foods and snacks in the cabinets. I need to buy our thanksgiving fixings, I may need to borrow Lizz’s freezer for that. We’re just going to postpone our turkey day until he’s here. I have to get the truck cleaned out, vacuumed and washed again. I’m thinking I’ll use one of those places that does it for you.
I think I’m going to burst before the week ends. Even with my meds my anxiety is through the roof. We’re just so close, and it magnifies all my worries and fears to twice the normal level. What I really find amazing is they are finally coming home, and yet still the complaints continue. I will be thankful when I hear he’s done working, I’ll be even more thankful when he leaves that place. And when he gets off that bus and into my arms, I’ll be thanking everything that’s holy that it’s finally over. well, Until the next one.
