Note to Self:

Husband's impending deployment is probably not a good reason to sing "If you leave me now, you'll take away the biggest part of me..." under my breath.

Fortunately, Spike thinks it's funny and joins in with "Ooh ooh ooh no baby please don't go."


Honestly, I'm feeling pretty fortunate because Spike was originally told he'd leave at the end of April. We were less than 48 hours from "the drop-off," his bags were all packed and by the door, and his entire family was here to see him off...and then. And then we found out that his chain of command had somehow distributed completely incorrect information, and that no one, Spike included, was EVER slated to deploy on the original date. So we got a three-week reprieve.

We didn't have enough advance notice or flexibility to plan a big vacation, but we have squeezed in two weekend getaways. And every afternoon when I finish work, Spike is downstairs waiting to hang out. We both agree that we've spent more meaningful time together since the end of April than we did in the entire year during which he was a rear detachment commander.

So, my faith in the Army Gods has been restored somewhat. (Somewhat being the key word here.) We'll see if I'm still singing that tune at the end of the week.