'Always look on the bright side of life...'
I'm trying really hard to do that today.
I hate the days before he leaves. We're always on eggshells, each of us trying to make our last day together for a while be what the other ants it to be so that we don't part on bad terms, so that we have good memories of this day to help see us through the lonliness that accompanies each separation.
So, I'm trying to see the good things that will come from/with this TDY.
First of all, I think that it will give him a much needed career boost. The past couple of years have been kind of rough, and he's getting burnt out and unenthusiastic about the military - apathetic, even. That's really unlike him, and it bothers me to no end. Hopefully this class will take care of that and he'll come back recharged and with a renewed sense pride in his career.
Whilst I don't like being alone, there are some things that come with being alone that I kind of dig. For example...I get to watch what I want on TV, when I want to watch it. I also get to cook what I want and know that everyone will eat it.
I get to go shopping when i want to as well. I don't have to listen to a griping spouse when I want to look at clothes or shoes or cosmetics. There isn't any co-ordination necessary; I don't have to wait around for someone else to get ready to go...I can just leave whenever I'm ready.
Then there's the bathroom. I get to have a bathroom all to myself for 6 weeks! No more waiting for someone else to be done before I can take a shower, and no more lukewarm rinses because someone else used almost all the hot water up! I also won't have to hold my breath when I'm brushing my teeth.....if it stinks in there it'll be my stink so it won't be so bad. There's nothing worse than trying to brush your teeth in a bathroom that smells like an overflowing porta-potty on a hot day....and Dave seems to have this uncanny knack of needing to 'go' right as I'm getting ready to take a shower, so I'll also be able to not have to worry about that.
I can eat in bed, and I can hog the covers, I can fall asleep with the TV on and not have him complain about my turning it off...and Henry can sleep with me!
Man, this is going to be great! All these freedoms, these opportunities!
I'm kidding. I'd gladly give up all the reasons I just listed here if it meant he could stay home for the rest of his career.
But, I have a choice: I can either mope around the entire time he's gone, thinking about how much being separated sucks and generally being miserable, or I can make the most of it in little ways - such as eating candy for supper if I feel like it.
He's going to leave, and he's going to stay gone for 6 weeks. Moping isn't going to bring him back any faster, and it's probably only going to make the 45 days seem a LOT longer than they actually are.
So, I'm going to try and make the most of it and hope that in doing so the time flies by and we'll be reunited before I know it.
It's a no-brainer, really. At least, I think it is.....