...by the way, always be careful what you wish for...
...but the lead-up to this upcoming deployment has been waaaaaay tooooooo long.
I've spent the last, what, three months mentally preparing myself for my husband's deployment. And I'm tired. I'm beat! I have actually gotten to a point where I'm thinking, Just go already, would you!
I know I'm not the only one feeling that way.
We have so much going on these next couple of weeks, and all of it stressful, that my husband and I both just want August to be over.
He gets promoted on August 27 (our anniversary) and to celebrate, we have lots of family coming to stay. My parents, my nephews, his mother, his father.
Wait. What? What was that? His mother and his father, who have been divorced for 35 years and haven't said more than a word or two to each other in 35 years are both going to be staying at our house and attending the same ceremony, reception and party???
Truthfully, I'm glad for my husband that for once in his damned life his father is going to man up and do the freaking right thing. (I mean, seriously. His son is getting a big promotion in one of the most noble professions possible. You'd think the man would be a little proud.)
But it ain't going to be fun.
Even if everything goes as smooth as can be, the stress of preparing for all this family is wearing on us.
And my house looks and smells like crap.
I know my husband has been beyond stressed because the other day he said, "Hon, I love you to death, but I can't wait to leave."
How bad does your work stress have to be to consider a trip to a war-torn desert as a relief?
And I don't know how I let it happen, but our fall schedule is packed beyond belief. Violin lessons, violin rehearsals, orchestra rehearsals, swim conditioning training (I've got to trim my babies up!), theater program, and hockey.
And both of the kids are doing all of those things!
And, of course, my daughter has excelled at hockey and she may be playing on a "select" traveling team. It's not that I don't want her to do well, but sheesh. How much more can I do? We can't be at two places at once.
Things are going to have to cut back in the winter. It hasn't even started yet and I already know I can't keep up this pace. Not alone.
So for me, August has felt like the big countdown to "The Leaving" and I'm not sure how much more stress I can handle.
But I know a few hours of sleep would help.
Yes, I think I'll start there. I can sleep for an hour before I have to take the kids to hockey. Again. Wrestling two kids into a hundred pounds of extremely smelly hockey gear is always a nice way to start the day.
Skate on, August. Skate on!