Still Counting Down

In typical Army-Fashion, we still don’t have a date as to when SSG Husband will arrive home from this deployment. I know this is how it is, but it’s annoying none-the-less, thanks to my insane need to plan EVERY SINGLE THING in my life. But, we are down to just a couple of weekends left (with one possible extra weekend thrown in there) and so I’m on this mission to get as much stuff done as possible around the house. I don’t think the painting will be done, unless I can convince three or four of my girlfriends to come over and help me. Our living room isn’t HUGE, but it has a very huge wall, and is connected to the hallway, which means when the living room gets painted, the hallway does too. In my head I’m thinking that if I could get a couple of friends to come over and help, it would take no time at all. An easy handful of hours. Convincing people to actually come over and help? That’s another story!

But, I’m still on the “throw as much stuff out as humanly possible” kick. I don’t like clutter. I am not a fan of it, and I feel like we have so much. It’s amazing that just three and a half years ago, we moved into a rental house with nothing but an air mattress, a 13″ TV, a laundry basket, and a couple of boxes that I had shipped out here. Now? We have an entire house full of STUFF. Where did it all come from??! So things need to go. There is a wonderful non-profit company here in town that will come pick up any donations from you. I’m thinking that I will schedule them to come next weekend and take away a LOT of stuff. More stuff than can fit in my car.

I think a lot of this NEED to get things done around the house is nerves. Don’t get me wrong — I’m very, VERY excited for my husband to come home. But I’m also very nervous at the same time. 12 months is such a long time, and its been 7 months since he was here on R&R. It’s like moving in together for the first time all over again, and let me tell you, I was way more nervous to move in with him than I was to actually get married. Call me crazy, but I was! But as any spouse who goes through these 12-month or longer deployments know, it’s a huge adjustment when he comes home. It’s a huge adjustment when they leave, but an equally as big of one when they come back. I know we will adjust fine, and we are taking the right steps (I hope) to make it better than last time. But the nerves are still there.

With that said, I’m keeping as busy as possible. Busy is good. I like busy. Busy keeps me sane, which is a huge plus. And hopefully, one of these days I will get an actual date of when the husband will be back, and I can really go into super clean mode.