Oh, the irony..

This is the week.

Yes, this is the week when MWW graduates from JAG School. I won't be able to go to graduation, which makes me sad because I've never seen him in his dress uniform. Hubby will be coming back home for a couple of days before being stationed at Fort Benning, which is 45 miles from here. "At least he'll be close," people say. I was comforted by that, until this week, and now I'm just annoyed.

MWW found out that he won't be able to have his phone with him at this BOLC phase. The options are to leave it in the hot car, or leave it here when he goes. He's opting for leaving it here, so far as I know.

The whole situation is maddening. When he was 600 miles away, I could at least talk to him every night. Now he'll be really, really close, and I won't get to talk to him until he comes home on the weekends. And I won't know when/if he's coming home until he shows up on our doorstep. Sigh. I just can't win. Well, except that I'll get to see him on some weekends. :D It won't be enough, but it will be something!

What's another six weeks? We've made it this far. We are blessed by the support and prayers of our family and friends. This will carry us on toward our reunion in mid-June!

The new car smell..

...of this whole situation is wearing off. There's no more novelty. There's no more driven independence.

It's getting pretty old and I'm tired of single-parenting and being a solitary homeowner. We have had lots of glorious help from friends and family, and that has made it so much easier. But it's still not the same.

And yes, I'm complaining. I've put on a good face heretofore, but I'm exhausted. And I'm ready for my weekend warrior to be back with us.

All the single parents and military families with loved ones deployed, whether in war zones or not, can feel free to tell me to shut my trap. I know. He's safe. It's for a limited time. If I really wanted to, I could go see him. The logistics would be a nightmare, but I could do it.

Everyone else bear with me as I complain.