Dh left today. Ordinarily I try not to complain too loudly about his absences, since he’s been home forever by Army standards. So I’ll just say that up front, I know that I don’t have a leg to stand on. However, this is my blog so I’m going to write it anyway.
I wish I knew why it is that The Powers That Be always decide to do endless, apparently pointless, trips in the months leading up to a deployment. I understand the train-ups to a certain degree, but when he comes home and says what a royal waste of time xyz trip was, or when I ask him, “So, what will you be doing?” and in reply he shrugs and says, “Who knows,” I start to get irritated.
When you know deployment is coming, every day is precious. For the kiddo, every milestone or class party, or just plain bedtime that is missed gets under my skin. I know I’m not alone in this, I have heard several wives I know saying the same thing, “I’d rather they were just gone rather than coming and going all the time.”
So see here, Big Green. If you’re going to take my husband away on TDY at least have it mean something. Are you ready because here it comes, my mantra: SOMEDAY WHEN I RUN THE ARMY…