One day closer

So its getting closer, and that annoys me.  At the same time, I know that it will be a good thing, and yet I begrudge the “one day closer”.  Is that wrong of me?  To anticipate, and yet hate the finality of it all?  I mean, only 90 more days, but who the fuck is counting?  I guess when its all over, I will have gotten what I want.  We’ll be closer as a family, closer to my family, and more ready for me to leave the entrapment that is my job.  But I still dont wanna go.  But I do, so that we can prepare ourselves for life beyond this.  Ok, Im gonna stop bitching now.  Have you ever met someone that you so categorically dislike that you wouldn’t wish their presence on themselves?  I have.  Its depressing to know that they are always just around the corner… and there is no escape.

Meanwhile, life with the hellions is good. I love them dearly, and shall miss them terribly when I leave.  I am glad that they are moving home to stay with Connie, but I hope that my DH does not become too spoiled, with having his mother around. We are however trying to plan a wonderful vacation for my mid-tour.  Not that we need to spend any money, since well…we dont, but at the same time, I want my kids to enjoy my little time home.

Signing off for now

MWAH