My husband comes home sometime in April from Iraq. I'm really looking forward to seeing him again. He left Feb. 4th, 2007, so he's been over there for about 14 months. This isn't our first deployment, but it is our first one over 6 months.
When my husband and I met we were both going through training for Unmanned Aerial Vehicles for the Army. We were stationed in the same unit after training, so we deployed together. Working for your husband can be difficult sometimes, but we managed, and I think did pretty well most of the time.
When I got out of the Army after our son was born I had to learn to function without a husband, and take care of an infant. I decided to move back to my parents place for the deployment. They were a lot of help, and probably kept me from losing my sanity. Especially since my son got really, really sick while my husband was gone. Not deathly sick, but it came close a couple of times.
My second deployment was again only 6 months, but it was my husband's first time in Iraq. I again stayed with my parents. It was pretty uneventful, my son was healthy, I took some math classes over the summer, and then went home.
Because I was taking classes I couldn't get back to Texas where we were stationed and set up our house, so we ended up staying at a motel for a week or two. That was stressful, because we knew that we were going to be moving to a new base, so we lived with as little as possible. Instead of pulling our furniture out of storage we sat in folding chairs and we got a beanbag for our son. It was like we were camping inside of a house for 3 months. It really sucked, but it could have been worse. Knowing what I know now we would have pulled all that we wanted and needed out of storage and not lived like transients.
From the time of the last deployment in summer of 2003 to the current deployment start in Feb. 2007, more that 3 years passed with no deployments. During that time I got my associate's degree in English and started my bachelor's in journalism. We also moved states, twice. We started in Killeen, Texas at the end of 2003, moved to Ft. Huachuca, Arizona, then Moved to Ft. Riley, Kansas in March of 2006.
This deployment was different than the previous ones, I was enrolled in school, my son was no longer a baby, and I even had a few friends here. I was just too tied to Kansas temporarily to move.
There have been times that I wished I had moved to Arizona while my husband has been gone. Like when I broke my arm 9 days after my husband left. I couldn't shower, I couldn't put deodorant on, heck I couldn't even get my bra on or off. I can't tell you how hard it was to even put on pants. I considered going without for the first week. I had to ask my neighbor to put deodorant on for me and unhook my bra for me. Talk about humiliating.
I am now trying to prepare for my husband coming home. I've started with simple things like trying to get my house clean, but it doesn't go very well when my son makes a mess faster than I can clean. I'm looking forward to my husband coming home, just so I don't have to do dishes anymore. bwahahahaha.
Well I'm done for this post, the rest of my posts should be much shorter. My life is pretty boring, so there won't be too much to tell. Thanks for reading.
