I stayed busy most of the day, cleaning the house really well, hoping that will help get me through this insane week coming up. It is the calm before the storm. Then I took the girls to their swim lessons. After swim lessons, I invited my awesome friend Lyssa over for dinner. It was a great night. We just hung out and talked and let the kids play. I loved it because I have been so busy this week that I haven't had any time to see her and I have missed talking to her. Now, I am getting some homework done and then heading to bed.
My husband called me at 3am, something he never does, to tell me that he is ok. That usually means that I will probably hear something on the news about soldiers being hurt, but that neither he nor his team were involved. I didn't get it at first when he called at 3 am, I was too tired to think clearly. Plus, the call only lasted 2 minutes because he only had time to say hi, he was okay, that he loved me, and to give the kids a kiss for him. It was only later when I told my dad that he had called that my dad told me why he thought Ian called, because my dad saw news. I don't watch the news for that very reason, but it sounded about right as to why he would call me like that. Either way, it was good for me and hearing his voice always makes me feel better.
I don't watch the news. I learned that I would avoid it as I watched my many friends whose husbands were deployed. The would watch the news, hear something about that area of the world, and start freaking out until they heard from their husband again. I also did that when my high school friend deployed in the first few years of the war. I would hear something about the 82nd Airborne and would freak out wondering if she was okay. I wasn't an Army wife then and I didn't understand the breakdown of Army units, so every time I heard 82nd Airborne, I thought it was her unit. With my husband's deployment, I have decided to avoid a lot of the news channels and when I do want to look at news, I look up certain topics, like the Republican debates or new proposed bills. I avoid news about the war. I have enough worry in my mind already without having to read reports about what may or may not have happened downrange. I am not naive, I know what is going on there, I know the danger there. I just choose not to focus on it and drive myself crazy. The news can be a helpful tool, but in my world, it would hinder me more than it would help me. So, I will just have to wait for my next phone call from my husband telling me he is okay and then I can breathe again.
Another day done, another day closer to picking up where we left off.
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