Have you ever hear that song "Every sperm is sacred. Every sperm is great."? Again, gotta love that Monty Python. However, with my husband coming home on mid-tour, I have to disagree with this sentiment. I do not want another baby, much as I want to get laid. That's all.
Moving on. I know that the half-way point of this deployment is here, husbands are rotating in for R&R, and everyone is antsy, but everyone needs to seriously calm the fuck down. Angry month "has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are history! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible!" Angry month should be DEAD!
I know everyone is anxiously anticipating their own husband's brief visit home. I know there's joy for your friends juxtaposed with jealously and it sucks waiting. I know the waiting is interminable. I know. I really do. And even with my own husband a mere 12 hours from landing, I still ask WHY??? Why is everyone so angry and anxious? R&R is the worst idea ever. I love my husband--love seeing him, talking with him, spending time with him, just him-- but I do not like R&R for one very simple, gut-wrenching reason: he has to go back.
Saying good-bye the second time is worse than the initial fare thee well was. Why do we have to go through this? And this is why I think angry month is dragging on well beyond its allotted, scheduled time. Let it go. Don't get so attached to him or the idea of him. Deployment may be half-over but there is STILL a hell of a long way to go. Let's move on into "Over the Hump-Whoo hoo Month" and get this deployment knocked out.
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