It seems to me to be quite fucked that the worst day of this 6+ month deployment is the last day.
It started with a phone call from my husband early this morning telling me the plane was broken and he wasn't sure when he'd be getting home.
It progressed with the children sneaking around doing things they know they shouldn't do and torturing each other.
It deteriorated into me shouting, "You father is coming home from Iraq today. Do you even care?!?!"
Not one of my best days. I haven't slept all week. 4:35 can't come soon enough. This plane better not break or I'm fucking getting in the car and driving to pick him up.
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