A Phone Call or Text?

Living a lifestyle where you say goodbye sucks. You never really know when you get speak to your loved one(s) when they are away. All you can really do, is just stay busy, allow yourself to miss them from time to time, then stay busy again. I know that is what I do.

I fill my calendar with all sorts of things, sports, gym, coffee dates, hair appointments, dog appointments, laundry, dishes, cleaning the carpets, taking my kiddo to school, wondering aimlessly through down town window shopping, taking the kiddo to the zoo, or park, or museum.. the list will go on if I felt like writing that much.

Just when you really are about to hit the wall and break down, and the world feels like its caving in, the little text out of no where that says “Hey”.. just “hey” melted my heart! Brings tears to my eyes, and Joy to every fiber in my body! My light has turned back on! Then comes the best part… A PHONE CALL!

Listening to his words, and hearing his voice.. “What are ya’ll doin?” this words put a smile on my face because he doesn’t miss a beat. Its like he hasn’t even left, he is right down the road at work or something. He is, he is at work.. just a much much much farther walk/drive/flight… but he asked the important questions.. what are YA’LL doin.

My world was starting to move a little a slow, but I’m back now. I feel rejuvenated.

A phone call or text, thats all it takes, sometimes.

580 Days

The last few days had been so much fun. We spent Friday Night under the lights at ball field. He watched me smoke a guy in Right Center field, we drank a beer, came home and watched our daughter paint. Saturday night we gathered with our family, and watched the fight. It was good fight. We drank more beer, had so much food, so much fun, so much laughter. We didn’t want the night to end. Sunday was blur. Our family went to church, had lunch with our pastor, treated our daughter to her favorite purple ice cream from Lighthouse Creamery, in OB. We walked to beach and then headed home. We got home and didn’t really talk all that much. I believe we just wanted to avoid the sadness we were both feeling.

Our daughters tearing the house us, and I am helping my husband pack. It was a hard day. It was a hard couple of days.

Monday came to fast.

We dropped our daughter off at school that day, thinking, “Check ya Later” would be a tad bit easier. It wasn’t.

I helped him carry his bags in to the airport, bought a tea van pineapple “infusion” tea, (IT WAS CRAP), AVOIDING the dreaded “bye”. People say “its not goodbye, it’s see ya soon” or “till next time” blah blah blah… its bye. I did my best to hold it together, because its already hard enough to see your best friend go. (ugh, I’m tearing up as I type this”) Yea I wore my sunglasses inside, its San Diego there is SUN EVERYWHERE.

I drove around aimlessly for a while there, ended up at a nail salon and got the second to most expensive pedicure, and got lost in social media for while. By the time I was done, it was time to pick my little one up from playskool.

After 7 times trying to figure out the damn code to get into the school then battling the bathroom door, I picked up a smiling child covered in pasta sauce! it warmed my heart. I got into the car, and text was waiting “boarding now, Love You!( insert kissy emoji here)” That right we use lovey dovey emoji’s, who doesn’t? I sat in the car blaring music, think Goo Goo Dolls was on the radio. I sat there, still, thinking “holy shit this is really happening.” I cried again. Pulled it together and brought us home.

Thankfully my Best friend came over with her little one, so the kids could get some energy out and I was able to cry on a friends shoulder. We watched Netflix, talked, and kept the sadness away. I played a pick up softball game for a beer league. Nope no beer for me, not this time anyway. I played well, it allowed me to smile some. I was swinging for the fences all night so every hit was at the fence but it just wasn’t enough to go over the fence.

I’ve never been a home run hitter, always the base hit kinda gal.

We came home had hotdogs, watched some TV, and my little one kept asking about her dad and his work trip.

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We went to the San Diego Zoo, we ran and laughed and played. My husband made it safely to his destination. We came home watched a movie, next thing you know its 830 at night. Bath time, 2 stories, and angry toddler. She didn’t want to sleep. She wanted to see her daddy and her monkey, George.

My husband took her Curious George Monkey with him, so that George can travel the world just like the books.

Did you know there is a new documentary about Curious George, and how this iconic figure came to be. I wonder if I can get my toddler to watch that Curious George Show??

 

In progress… so far so good! Took the pooch to OB Dog Beach, she jumped right in. If you have any knowledge of the Akita breed, you know that Akita’s are not swimmers. Well, my old girl has proven me wrong. We have been many times and each time is the same, she walks the shore, trots the waves crashing the beach, and gets in just deep enough where her belly touches but she can still touch. Today, she chased a dog toy in the water full head under, she came up out of the water and bee lined back towards me. I guess the rush was enough. She was out there again. Never brought the dog toy back, but she went swimming for a good 30 mins.

What to Expect

I guess with this chapter in our families lives this blog will turn into a semi countdown of day to day events. So if by chance my husband gets to read this he gets to live it just like you all. And other days this will be just another blog about another something.

till next time…….—–like how I did that?——

 

20 Days

You Got This

Day 1, you didn’t make it, stiff margaritas, anger,

Day 2, I’m on the list! Yay! —–now what, phone calls, breakfast excitement joy

Day 3, still waiting for word on what to do.

Day 4, no word yet, what to do. I’m watching my husband work on his workbook. 9pm read books watch movie in bed with little one, she wants daddy. I explain daddy working.

Day 5, really day 1 of the season for us. 4am whole house is up. One car, I’m am getting shit done! Kid is dressed rocking bed head, I’m in pjs rocking a fish hat, husbands in his is blue and gold PT gear ready to get his sweat on.
Coughing like crazy, “Hunny you okay…?”
“Yeah, I’m fi…..” runs to the bathroom and pukes….
“Here’s your bagel, just breath hun, it’s the nerves. Something new and different. You got this”
“Thanks babe” he responds.

As we get in our One Car, we head towards the base. On the silent hwy of 15S.
“I’m excited and sad” as he turned to look at me. Our daughter is singing moana in the back seat. “Why is that?” Stupid question…. because it gave me the feels as soon as he answered.
” I’m supposed to be on leave spending time with my family, before I go over seas for 2 years”…… silence from both of us.

The Challenge

We found out in March he got selected for orders over seas. He is doing an                  unaccompanied tour for 18-24 months. We say 24 just in case thing get screwy, but we are hoping for the later, 18 months would be way cooler!

Your probably asking why unaccompanied? Why would anyone put their families through that? Isn’t that just asking for problems? All great questions, however simple truth, while he is out there we would never see him.

He would be working so much. With watch standing duties, his schedule rotation of in and outs. The experience would be fun, but the truth, I don’t want to pull my daughter from her school, church, friends, and family.

FaceTime will be our number one source of communication.

All this has happened before 7am.

As the day passed we keep getting mixed news. No one knows what going on. Will he stay? Will he go? Do I get to be there with him when the moment comes or will I will be thousand of miles away watching this once in a lifetime event on social media, FaceTime, or just mere seconds captured throughout a lens.

He’s leaving. Im crying, my daughters looking at me puzzled, and my dog well she keeps shedding.

20 Days.