Sometimes it seems like all I do is complain. Now I know I haven't been on here in a few days, but I was having a rare spell of "good mood" and didn't want to risk ending it by digging up my life to find things that piss me off. Today, I feel like complaining: I'm still in a happy place, but there's a sarcastic land there that I think will allow me to bitch some more about deployment in general.
SO we are entering month number five here in a few days and month five is the month of "Oh my God! We're not even half done," "I hate everyone and everyone is out to tick me off," and "Please shoot me." This is also known as the Angry Month. Month three tends to be a depressed one, followed hard by month four where everyone is still depressed, struggling just to make day to day but really coming to grips with it all. In month five, we have finally accepted our lot in life, decided we hate it and look for revenge. Not surprisingly, insomnia tends to hit hard and alcohol consumption rises dramatically during month five (unless you are like me and don't drink--I just smoke like a dragon.)
Unfortunately for we wives of deployed soldiers, our husbands are also going through this maelstrom of emotional up and downs. We've been yelled at, cried at, ignored, and now we get to look forward to the men starting to tell us more about all the AWESOME things they are doing away from us. The shopping lists are about to get longer ladies! And get ready for some pipe dreams.
I hate deployments. I like the first couple of months not having to deal with my husband, his shit, or his complaining, but month four and five kick my ass every time. I hate being up all night. I hate not caring about things. It's becoming monotonous and I am ready for R&R. Maybe if I can get laid, I'll feel better. . .
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