Reunion

Deborah left a comment for me that I thought deserved a reply. She asked that I share my excitement about George's return, the day after tomorrow. I think that nearly every military wife or wives whose husbands leave for long periods of time might be able to relate to this - I'm excited and anxious, but in a hesitant sort of way. This four weeks is especially weird. It's longer than a short little trip where you just count down the days and it's not as long as a deployment or something like that. Nonetheless, in the past twenty some odd days I've adapted to being the sole caretaker of the home and the children and the thought of readjusting to sharing responsiblities is a little awkward. I've figured out how to manage everything. I've become accustomed to the dead silence that descends on the house five minutes after the kids are in bed. I'm sleeping in the middle of the bed, for pete's sake. I am thrilled at the idea of having my best friend here to talk with and a grown up to look at, but I will have to be a little less self-centered again. I might not get the nine hours of sleep at night that I've started to enjoy. The number of loads of laundry will increase. I had this uneasy feeling when it was time for George to be home in 2006, but things worked themselves out remarkably fast. I know they will again. I'm just amazed at how little time it takes to become accustomed to his absence. My mom will be spending the night on Saturday so we'll be able to go to church together Sunday morning. That'll be nice. And hopefully we'll be able to squeeze a date night out of a grandma in the near future. So, that's my excitement - a mix of emotions that add up to a sigh of relief and a scootchin' over in the bed a little.