Depriviation

The usual deprivation wives talk about during deployment in the sexual kind, but I'm almost, almost past the point of caring if I ever get laid again. Insomnia doesn't begin to explain what's going on now. We are into the full on, fucking psychotic sleep deprivation and all the weird emotional issues that come from not getting the hormones that sleep releases into the body. Did you know that you can go fucking insane from lack of sleep? Legally insane. I know I have four kids, so I may already be considered insane before the lack of sleep thing, but I seriously think we are pushing the boundaries here. Two to four hours of sleep a night for a month do not a happy, competent, fully-functioning Kate make.

Now I know the boys experience this shit as well. My husband was out somewhere in the back forty here at Campbell, working on day five of no fucking sleep, and attempting to do a bounding movement through the woods when he accidentally runs into his sergeant who has literally fallen asleep while walking. My darling husband hadn't seen him stop and walked right into the back of him. The reason he hadn't notice the sergeant in front of him was because he was too busy zeroing his weapon in on, I shit you not, the Trix rabbit swinging through the trees on a vine doing a Tarzan yell. Sorry rabbit. . .

Anyway, 0115 again finds me at my keyboard bitching to the world--after laying in bed for over an hour wondering why the fucking Benadryl hasn't knocked my ass out yet! Deployment never allows for much sleep. Between worrying about the hubby and him calling at the most asinine hours, I'm beginning to rank sleep as the Eighth Wonder of the World. And as deployment draws to a close, it's going to get a whole hell of a lot worse before it gets any better. In another couple of months, give or take a month or so, I'll get the call and then at least my reason for not sleeping will be sheer delight at knowing when this fucking deployment is finally going to fucking end!

And once he's home, don't call me for at least a week. I plan to be in a coma. . .