And so it begins....

Today was really stressful. The second half anyhow. We finished his packing, got his laundry done, went to the CStore on the corner for a few things, back to the laundromat because he left his phone. Made phone calls to say goodbye. Then I took him to the armory, realized they decided to do the drop an hour early so had enough time for a hug for me, kiss for the baby, then he left. We went home, tearfully. Me tearfully, not the baby yet.
Got a call an hour later asking me to bring him some cards he had left in the kitchen. Loaded us back up, got there. He came out, got them, said it shouldn't be too much longer then we could hang out for a bit, take pictures, say goodbye before he got onto the buses.
We waited two and a half hours.
When he finally got to come out, he was literally running to give the baby and I a kiss then to the buses. By the time I got the baby into his carseat and turned back around, he was gone.
And that's the last of him I will see for seven to nine months.
The last Dante will see of him for seven to nine months.
Will he miss me? Will Dante recognize his daddy when he comes back? Miss him after a few weeks goes by? Will we make it through this deployment without injury or God forbid worse? Will I make it through sane?
I honestly don't know.
For now, I'll live in this state of denial where he is training somewhere and hope that lasts until I can get to TN in late July/early August.
We'll manage. Because we have to.

Long days, longer nights to come...

So I'm kind of doubting that Chad wil be home before bed again tonight.
I don't even know when he got in last night. It was probably between 1030-12. Way after Dante and I went to bed. He had a PFT this morning at 0600, though, and I doubt he'll be here before bed. I texted several times, hadn't heard anything back yet. Tried to call once just to see if he knew when he was going to get to come home. Said he was swamped, would call back and hung up. Hadn't heard anything since.
We have so little time together left and I doubt we'll see each other for much of it, much less get to spend any time together. Dante hasn't even seen him since Tuesday night, which I know in the scheme of things, him not seeing Chad except in pics for 7-9 months, it's not that big of a deal, but when your days/time is numbered, so to speak, every bit of it counts. And right now I'm watching it slip by, nothing I can do.
I really resent days like these, and I know I have many more of them to come....

Always counting

So, Dante's doing the combat crawl now. :) I'm so proud of him, though he gets so frustrated. He's pulling himself on his arms, using his knees to push himself around. Big boy! He's worked so hard at physical therapy to get here. ^_^ And he'll just keep going up, I know it. He's too stubborn, too hard headed not to. Dunno where he gets that from...

Chad went back to work today, after his holiday weekend. Sounds like it isn't going so well for him, though I haven't talked to him much. Just that it's been a rough day, and he has no idea when it'll end.

Dante and I tried the post office to send him a package and a friend a gift for her baby shower, but it didn't work out so well. We may try again once he wakes up from his nap. He was so tired. Maybe the library, too, if he does well. I managed to drop my title off at the dealership and my film off at Walmart (finally). And now, am watching Nick Swardson while Dante's napping. I love this special....

I want to take a second to recognize a friend of mine, Tiffany, and her little angel boy, Julius. His one year Heaven birthday was Monday, and this morning in my playgroup was a little boy whose name I don't know but looked so much like him. Dark curls, big grin, babbling to no end. It just made me smile and think that even though Juju is gone, he's still here in so many ways and how proud his mummy must be of him. Keep your mum close, Juju. She needs you every day.

On another note, my shoulder isn't so well, though it's not too bad today. Hurting but manageable. I hope the new pain management doc has gotten my records to decide whether he can see and treat me. Maybe I'll have some good luck on that front, though I'm not counting on it.

And speaking of counting, the countdown has begun. It's always going for military wives, I suppose. Counting days they're gone, days til they come home, days til they leave again... always counting.

A Fresh Start

I thought a blog specifically for military life, especially the separation coming up, would be a good idea for me. If I can have the energy and time to keep it up. I'm not very good at that, I admit. Especially my latest one. Between everything else, by the time the end of the day comes, I'm so exhausted and need the sleep so I normally don't get the chance to write much in a blog or anything else for that matter.
So I'll try to do better, but... we'll have to see.
BTW, Happy Memorial Day.