Sunday, April 10, 2011

Day 15--How I Broke a Truck, and Other Reasons I Wish My Husband was Home

Dear Deployment,

It's all your fault.  My husband's beloved truck has a rock chip in the paint of his bumper.  He's going to kill me....quite literally, kill me.  I haven't told him yet.  My goal is to break it to him gently--my parents suggested I do it while naked.  We'll see what ends up happening.
I promise I wasn't trying to break it.  The chip it this itty bitty little thing in the bumper, about the size of a dime.  But it will surely be the end of me be a reason my husband won't let me drive the truck again....maybe I do need to practice my sweet, "I'm naked, I love you and oops, by the way, I chipped paint off your truck" voice....
See, if DH was still home, the rock chip would have been HIS fault, and not mine.  Sigh, oh well....I'm making stuffed peppers when he comes home.  Maybe I'll tell him while I'm naked, serving him stuffed peppers and acting innocent.
It has to work.

It's been officially over 2 weeks since DH left for training with this deployment.  Only a few more days (read: THURSDAY) until he gets to come home for a little less than a week before they are making him leave.  I have mixed feelings about him coming home.
Don't get me wrong, I am absolutely thrilled beyond words that I get to see my husband, but that means I have to say goodbye again.  The first goodbye was already hard enough, and this time I don't even want to think about what is going to happen once I drop him off at the airport.  I'm already dreading it.
I just want it to be November already.

Another reason DH needs to come home is that I am spending way too much money on things I don't need groceries.  I bought Cheetos tonight.  I think I've regressed to age 5.  My pantry and refrigerator look like the doings of a handful of fourth graders run amok in the grocery store.  This could be really bad.
When DH is home, I am organized and meticulous when it comes to shopping.  Nope. I think I've forgotten everything that I've perfected in the last 6 months of our marriage.
Yep, my bank account is doomed.

I also don't do laundry anymore.  I can't find my black sweater....

Moral of the story: I think I'm losing my mind. I can't decide who is running this house today, me or our puppy.

Don't even get me started on puppy.  She's "being a teenager" according to our trainer.  If she keeps "being a teenager" she's going to start being one dead little doggie (just kidding, I would never actually hurt her, but darn it, I think my hair has gone grey today)

The emotional rollercoaster of this deployment is stressful, but you know what?  I think I am going to kick this deployment's butt.  Now, let's get hubby home and get these next 6 and a half months rolling!

The Faithful Wife

1 comment:

  1. I can only imagine how hard the break between training and deployment must be. F hasn't had to deploy yet but I'm sure I won't be a big fan either because two goodbyes only hurts twice as much.
    Hopefully he doesn't kill you, though! That wouldn't be any good!