safe and sound! DH made it home around 8 am Tuesday morning. I had such plans to welcome him home after 11 months of Army food and desert air I thought I would do some special cooking. I had planned brisket, mashed potatoes, green beans with bacon, and double chocolate pumpkin cheesecake. All favorites and why would they not be favorites?!
Well, 5 pm the night before DS 2 was running a fever, then DS 3 started running a fever by 7 pm. So my friend coming over that evening to help me cook and prepare was cancelled. She has 4 kids of her own and I couldn't bear the thought of getting others ill for my convenience. My other friend coming over to spend the night so I could meet DH on base at 5 am without waking up kidlets when he got off the plane was cancelled too. By 11 pm that evening DS 2 threw up his Tylenol and his dinner which meant waking up DS 3 to change all the bedding. At this point DS 3 is running 101 as well as DS 2, and DS 3 is not sleeping well at all. By 3 am I finally decided to force motrin down the 2 year old and he falls asleep finally at 4 am. Now I am a wreck and my husband who I have not seen since August and is coming home to stay will be home in a few hours.
I did get a message via another wife to let him know that we couldn't meet him so at least he wasn't looking for me. But the idea that he was so close and I couldn't see him instantly didn't help my already sleep deprived mind. So I got up at 7:15 and took a shower and tried to look as presentable as possible even though I knew he didn't care. I cared!
Well, he got home and that is all that matters. More later on how deployments remind me of pregnancy. I never liked being pregnant. I was miserable and sick the entire time. Deployments really remind me of being pregnant.
