I hoped, prayed and begged that this week would come, and all along, while praying, and begging, and hoping, I suspected that it would be a week that would drag on forever. Like the week before Christmas, or the week before vacation, or the week before the due date of your third child who is pressing heavily on your sciatic nerve and keeping you awake with bathroom breaks and baby hiccups...yeah, like that one. A day feels like a week, and the week itself feels like it will go on for AT LEAST a month. And all the while I keep telling myself, "You've already survived 35 weeks of him being gone; what's one more?" Ugh, it feels like everything.
I think what I hate the most about the entire "waiting" process is that I don't know exactly what it is that I'm waiting for. Well, I know WHAT it is I'm waiting for - a dramatic spectacle of a reunion in the middle of the airport, an emotional rejoining of my husband with my children, a much-needed vacation as a family, just one full night of sleep since having Carv, and doing something more exciting than folding clothes in the bedroom. ;)
Ok, so back to waiting - Daniel is currently at Bagram Airfield, and then has two more steps before making it to Pitt. His goal, our goal, is for him to make it on the 14th - sooner will send him back too closely to Christmas and later, well, later just sucks. And we go on vacay on Tuesday, so some down time before then would be nice. So all the stars, airplanes, and time-zones must align to get Daniel on an available plane when need be. All of this being said, my controlling side is in misery that I don't have a concrete plan for the next week, except that tomorrow and Wednesday morning I'm completing my last two days of student teaching...unless D comes home early...then I'm skipping.
Student teaching...heavens, I can't believe I've come to the end. I'm a little heartbroken, and surprised to be so. I'm going to miss my seniors. I'm going to miss starting out each day with a clear mission in mind. I'm going to miss that feeling of WORTH. However, it isn't all bad. I'm excited to sleep past 5am again, and excited to spend more time with my children than the daycare teachers do. Oh, and that whole graduation and the prospect of a paying job in the future is exciting.
So that's where we are right now. In limbo, waiting. After all, it wouldn't seem right if we weren't yielding all of our plans for this Army life.
