With no new info this morning, I came down with a case of the screwits. I put no effort into looking nice: didn't shower, just threw on some clothes and went out to run my errands. And the morning was not going well. Fifteen minutes in line behind some guy buying a coat with no price tag using a tax-exempt number. Went to the military pharmacy -- 10 minutes to find a parking space -- and found 40 people in line ahead of me. Nevermind. And then the phone rang.
My husband is crossing the Atlantic as we speak.
Several people told me not to believe any info I have until it comes from my husband's mouth. Well, that's all fine and dandy except none of us in the unit have heard from our husbands since Monday. The only info we have is the official stuff. So I will head to pick up my husband at the designated time tonight and just hope that it's right. And that it doesn't change again.
It's not like things can get any worse, right?
Oh yeah, and I have to go back to work in the morning. I am trying to get out of that one.
Posted by Sarah at December 19, 2008 12:00 PM | TrackBackWell, that sounds like a decent plan. Except the going back to work part.
Assuming he hits US soil somewhere before home, hopefully he'll find a phone and call you to let you know what's going on. I guess I was lucky with my husband in that he was able to call and/or email me all along his travels home.
Posted by: Butterfly Wife at December 19, 2008 02:25 PMQuick...give me your number at work and I'll call in sick for you in the morning!!!!!
Posted by: Pamela at December 20, 2008 12:54 AM