I knew this day was coming – deployment day. It’s been looming in the horizon for a year now. It’s been pushed back about a thousand times and part of my just plain ol’ refused to believe it would ever be here.
It feels almost like it snuck up on me, I came home Friday to find our bedroom in complete disarray – army green, toiletries and a packing list filling just about every inch of our bed. That was when it was real, a mere 60 hours before I hugged my husband and told him “see ya later”.
Yesterday was a long day, both literally and figuratively. I’m still not sure if having to drop him off at 2:30 am was just salt on the wound or a good thing because I was so tired that I felt numb. I felt numb most of the day actually, that is until it was time to go to bed and reality hit me like a ton of bricks. Pudge and Panda were confused (I kept getting the “why are we going to bed without daddy” look), the bed was far too big and I wanted to talk to him but I couldn’t – shit, I didn’t even know where he was. In the plane? In some random country?
I know I should be glad I got these few extra months with him (he was supposed to deploy earlier in the year) and that this is going to be a really short deployment by all standards but this is my first time and this sucks balls, y’all.