Homesick
You’d think I’d be used to this by now. With two deployments and numerous Army training separations, I feel mentally prepared to spend some time away from my family. Emotionally? Well, try not to ask me right after I’ve called home.
I’m trying to stay positive. South Carolina isn’t as far as my trip to South Korea this past March and the boys are in great hands with loving grandparents. Haus is loaded up with work and has our dog to keep him company while he plays Xbox, I mean, ahem… completes projects around the house.
The kids have yet to complain about their vacation to Grandpa and Grandma’s farm. At this very second, they are roasting hot dogs and marshmallows. Grandma set up a theme for every day of the two weeks we’ll be apart. Today was camping day. When asked if he wanted to talk to me again (o.k., so I’ve called them three times today), 4 and 1/2 year old Bubba replied, “No, thanks” and “Oh Grandma, think we can buy those irrigation boots?”.
Perhaps I will take a good friend’s advice and enjoy this solitude as much as I can. Soon enough I’ll be back to tantrums and dirty diapers. Amazing that even a day without my little ones the dreaded disciplining and diapers don’t seem so bad. So here’s hoping the next two weeks fly by. One thing I have learned over the years is homesickness has a way of vanishing the instant I see outstretched arms accompanied by an exuberant “MOMMY!”
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