18 days and a wake up

Yeah, I was in the army. I spent 4 years as an officer after going to college on an ROTC scholarship. It was an interesting time in my life. I made one of the worst decisions of my life under the influence of the military: marrying the ex. Don't get me wrong. I don't regret it. I have just come to realize what a poor decision that was.

During that military phase of my life, people came and went - it's kind of the nature of the game. Especially in a place like Korea, where there's just a 1 year tour of duty. As people got closer to their "PCS" date, they'd get something akin to senioritus and start counting down the days. If today is Monday, and they left on Friday, they'd call it "3 days and a wake-up." It made it seem shorter than it was, but it was also fairly accurate. Monday didn't count because it's already happening, and Friday didn't count because that was THE DAY. So...T-Th and a wake up it was.

Using that same logic, I've got 18 days and a wake up until Scooter comes home. With Ben back (last night) and Bubba still here (and happy to see his dad), I guess we're ready to fall back into that strange routine we've become accustomed to. Taking everything day by day and punctuating each evening with that "will she or won't she answer the phone" anxiety. It's been so nerve-wracking around the house lately that Bubba has taken to asking, "Mommy OK? Daddy OK? Scooter* OK? Bubba* OK?"

Yes, love, everybody is OK.

*You know I don't use my kids' real names, but he does. So I changed them.