I should have known. I should have known better than to get my hopes up that my husband would be coming home early. I should have known that it doesn't mean anything if you have orders. When he laid out the time frame of his deployment for me and said it was a sure thing because.. hey.. orders have been cut... I should have told myself, that doesn't mean jack. I should have NEVER put my written out countdown at 134 days. We're dealing with the Army. I should have known better than to get my hopes up about any plan that we helped put together.
this deployment rolled around, Trey was given orders for a Career
Course date. That date being mid-September. Selfishly, I was ELATED.
Beyond elated. This meant he'd have to come home early enough to
out-process from Ft. Bliss, take his 30 day leave, get to Oklahoma and
find a house. And things were going swimmingly. In fact, just a week ago
he got word that his last day of work over there would be June 15th and
he'd be back in the states by the end of June. We were so excited. He
was counting down how many weeks he had left. I was making plans to go
out.. by myself!!!... to see him for a 4 day weekend so we could get
reacquainted (get your minds out of the gutter) without the pressure of
taking care of two little boys. So excited. The time left seemed
Then I woke up to a lovely little message
yesterday morning that he had some bad news. I knew before even asking.
It was all too good to be true. Someone up at Brigade changed his
orders. Put him in the Career Course in November so he can ride out the
whole deployment. Which, had that been the plan from the beginning,
wouldn't even have been a thing. I don't want it to sound like he's a
shammer. You just get your hopes up and get used to a certain idea, ya
I was devastated and actually went through a few stages of grief.
first I was so sad and disappointed that it was hard to grasp for air
through the tears. You may as well of just ripped my heart out of my
chest. 6 more months seems SO. MUCH. LONGER. than 4 more months. The
daily countdown was becoming easier to look at. There was an end in
sight. I was getting to the giddy stage of deployment. Now it just seems
unreachable again. I won't visit him until September. We won't be
together again until mid-October. Depressing. So far away. He's going to
miss so much more. He'll miss Andrew's 3rd birthday. He left a young
toddler. He's coming home to a 3 year old and a 8 month old that he's
never met. 2 and 6 months didn't sound quite as bad. And I'm sure it's
all in my head, but when I thought about Andrew and Trey becoming
accustomed to each other again, doing it in August sounded doable. For
some reason, I'm worried about it now that it's two months later. I'm
sure this all sounds irrational.
I quickly moved to
anger. WHO just switches orders like that? *I know.. I know.. I know who
can and will do that. Go with me here.. I was livid and not thinking
What I am still holding onto anger about, though, is that
I don't see what the need for it is. He'll be moved from his BN around
the time he was supposed to come home. But, get this, for what? No plan.
No specific plan for him. AKA.. no specific reason to keep him there.
The only thing I can make of it, is that I know how hard he works and I
know how incredible his work ethic is. I'm not just saying this because
he's my husband, but I know he works harder than 99% of people around
him. And that's not a dig against everyone else. That's just how much he
puts on himself. So of course they're going to keep him. He carries a
lot of the weight and in my little ol' mind that should be rewarded by
sticking to his orders.. but who am I?
I then moved
into where I am now and where it sounds like Trey is as well. Reluctant
Acceptance. There's nothing we can do to change this. I can't sit around
pissed off for 6 more months. I have to look at the bright side. I have
to find the good. So, I'll make the most out of the time I have with
family and friends here. I know that a few months after leaving again
and the novelty of living with Trey again wears off, I'll miss everyone
back here. Deeply. So I'll soak up this time.
I have more time to
work on my fitnasss. I have a membership to Gold's while I'm here. I
can work out as much as I want.. and.. bonus.. they watch my kids! I've
been averaging 3 times a week. I'm doing it for myself, don't get me
wrong. I feel better when I work out (obvious) and I want to look good
in my clothes for me. I want more energy when playing with the kids. But
what a great bonus it would be for my husband to say, "dayyummmm girl"
when he sees me for the first time. Well, I have two more months to work
on getting that reaction.
And, of course, there's two more months of deployment pay. I'd rather have my husband, but I'll take it.
went through the stages rather quickly. This all happened in the matter
of two hours. But that's what I do. That's what I have to do. In the
Army, there aren't many aspects of life that you have control over.
You're at the mercy of the big machine's whims. The only thing I CAN
control is my attitude and outlook. So, go ahead Army. Throw whatever
you want at me. I may throw a temper tantrum, but just give me a little
bit of time. I'll come around. I'll support my husband and be more proud
of him than most people can even fathom. I'll wait for him and make
sure his kids always remember who he is and keep him in conversation
every day. And we'll get him back. Just a little later than expected.
And that's okay... I guess.
As hard as this is on me, I know it's 10 times harder on Trey. He's working so hard every single day of the week and hardly resting. I get to see joy on my son's face when we go to places like the park, Chucky Cheese or Monkey Joes and no matter how sad I am, his smile lights my heart up. I get newborn snuggles throughout the day and get to witness a whole 'nother little being's milestones. He's missing out on all of that. So if you don't mind, and when you think of it, say a prayer for him. He could use a little extra help getting past this setback. We'd both really appreciate it!