In many ways it feels like we just said "see you later" to Greg yesterday. In other ways, it feels like an eternity. My feeling varies depending on the amount I am sleep deprived and/or glasses of wine I've consumed. We officially last saw each other in late September.
^Is anyone else LOLing at Riley's poor smooshed face in that pic? I don't know if she's a fan of group hugs, or maybe she's just not a fan of being smothered. Either way, get used to lots of group hugs and public displays of affection, kid - this family is ALL about them.
Back to my topic - do you ever do that thing where you look at your own timeline or Instagram, as if you were another person, imaging what outsiders think about your life? If you said yes, I'm fist bumping you. If you said no, you're lying. But you still get a fist bump.
Anyway, the reason why I'm bringing this up is because I was doing that last night and realizing HOW MUCH TIME has passed since Greg has left. Literally, it has been six months, but figuratively, we have been mostly separated since the end of July. There is a lot of prep involved before a deployment, which I'm assuming, for men, means scrambling to figure out who will do their laundry or remind them when it's somebody's birthday (YOUR MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY IS RIGHT AFTER CHRISTMAS, GREG). I suppose there are also a ton of logistics to figure out, like IDK, moving thousands of soldiers overseas along with their equipment and so on. I digress. Basically we haven't had any normalcy since Georgia, right after Riley was born. And while I know we will NEVER have true "normalcy" as long as we are a military family, it will be nice to be living under the same roof again.
Mostly so I can tweeze Greg's eyebrows for him and remind him multiple times per day that dental floss isn't to be left on top of the coffee maker, under the couch cushions, in the refrigerator, etc. But also because I really love him and can't wait for Riley to have her Daddy back.
Back to my topic - do you ever do that thing where you look at your own timeline or Instagram, as if you were another person, imaging what outsiders think about your life? If you said yes, I'm fist bumping you. If you said no, you're lying. But you still get a fist bump.
Anyway, the reason why I'm bringing this up is because I was doing that last night and realizing HOW MUCH TIME has passed since Greg has left. Literally, it has been six months, but figuratively, we have been mostly separated since the end of July. There is a lot of prep involved before a deployment, which I'm assuming, for men, means scrambling to figure out who will do their laundry or remind them when it's somebody's birthday (YOUR MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY IS RIGHT AFTER CHRISTMAS, GREG). I suppose there are also a ton of logistics to figure out, like IDK, moving thousands of soldiers overseas along with their equipment and so on. I digress. Basically we haven't had any normalcy since Georgia, right after Riley was born. And while I know we will NEVER have true "normalcy" as long as we are a military family, it will be nice to be living under the same roof again.
Mostly so I can tweeze Greg's eyebrows for him and remind him multiple times per day that dental floss isn't to be left on top of the coffee maker, under the couch cushions, in the refrigerator, etc. But also because I really love him and can't wait for Riley to have her Daddy back.
Looking at my social media has also reminded me of how bittersweetly awesome this time home in NYC has been. There have been so many great moments but here are just SOME of my favorite ones:
Halloween AKA the best reason for me to wear an adult dinosaur onesie.
Halloween AKA the best reason for me to wear an adult dinosaur onesie.
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Riley's baptism which Greg joined via Facebook video.
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Heading to the polls on Election Day with four generations of ladies.
Traumatizing Riley at Christmas by putting her on Santa's lap.
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Going to music class and working on our vocal cords aka SCREECHING FROM EXCITEMENT.
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There are MANY MANY more that come to mind, especially with family and friends, but this post might go on forever. Slash I suffer from severe guilt and if I included ONE friend then I would need to include ALL THE FRIENDS so for now I'm going to leave it at that.
Alas, the countdown is on. From what I know (which HAHA "knowing" anything in terms of dates when it comes to Army ongoings is always an adventure), we have about three months left.
When I hear myself say "three months", I also hear a lot of this in my head:
- That's a lot of diapers.
- That's a lot of Amazon Prime boxes.
- OMG that's a lot less hours I COULD have slept if Greg were home to take a baby shift or two.
With that being said, I hear this as well:
- Three months?! That's it? That'll fly by!
- WAIT NO OMG IN THREE MONTHS RILEY WILL BE 14 MONTHS OLD NOOO TIME SLOW DOWN.
- That's a lot of wine. I like wine.
- We've already done six months. I'm bad at math but that means we are more done than we are undone.
What I'm trying to say is we're at that point where it COULD be better, but it could CERTAINLY be worse. Riley's birthday is April 3rd, and every time I have envisioned this deployment, I pictured her birthday party as when I would really start to feel excited about homecoming. And cake, because I can also be easily excited about cake. But I'd prefer the husband.
I'd love if you would follow along and help us countdown. Or just send me funny memes. Those are my favorite.
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