Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Borrowed Time

So today was going well no major hick ups interupting my day, that was until I recieved a call from hubby and then well my day wasnt so fine anymore. Our conversation went something like this ...

Hubby: Hey hon we uh we got orders
Me: To where?
Hubby: Where do you think?
Me: Oh right (BIG DEEP BREATH) when?
Hubby: After E's birthday
Me: Thank God for that....how many days after her birthday?
Hubby: One

There were a few more words said and I hung up pretty much as fast as I could cause I didn't want him to know that I wasnt fine. I just sat there with all these emotions rolling around inside me and I'll be honest I really thought I was going to puke. Its not like this is the first time my husband has been deployed or even his first time to this particular area we've done this 5 times plus countless other little seperations in between, but it never gets any easier to send them anywhere. I was ok with the idea that he was going to go but now we have a date and that makes this real no longer just an abstract date in the future. I ofcourse cant break down and cry right now the kids are home and well I know that that's just not the way to break it to kids with mom having a total melt down, I have to show them that we will be ok by being ok. Which also means later today or this week we have to sit them down and tell them that daddy is leaving which is never an easy thing to do, but this time I think it may be harder since 3 of them are old enough to understand what's going on this time. Ugh just another day in the life of an Army wife sometimes this "job" sucks!

2 comments:

My boys are Army Brats said...

Ugh, I remember when Kirke came home with orders last time. I was so mad at him for just leaving them on the counter. It sucks now that it's so real. I want a vacation from my real life.

Brandy said...

I just wanted to stop by and say thanks for commenting on my blog. That issue really, REALLY bothers me too. I have been pregnant 3 times, have one child and am currently pregnant and have known at 4 weeks EVERY time. I very much think that it isn't an issue of not knowing, it's an issue of denial. I actually have known someone who claims that she didn't know she was pregnant when she gave birth but there is just no way that's possible.

Anyway, I didn't mean to hijack your comments or anything like that. I can't imagine the life of a military family but your husband and you all have my thoughts and prayers.