Monday, June 25
When you wake up and see you missed his call.
I didn't believe it at first. My phone has got to be crazy - I couldn't have missed a call from him. I swore my subconscious was playing games with me. No, he can't call. He's somewhere on a ship. But after I picked the boogers from my eyes, I realized....he did call. And I missed it.
Are you kidding me??
His voicemail, "Grandma...are you in bed already??"
Umm, yes, I am. It's past 10:00pm and I've been hitting way too late of hours in the night, so for once I gave in to going to bed early and did just that. And I loved it. All 8+ hours of sleep. But then I kicked myself knowing I didn't give in to my past crazy sleep schedule. Blargh.
So along with his voicemail, I also got an image of their surroundings. Good thing I gave him my old camera. :) I wonder if those guys ever get sick of seeing water. I wonder if he'll actually wear all the uniforms that he was required to pack. Choker Whites, Summer Whites, Digicams, Khakis, etc. I wonder how many traps he has now? And I wonder what type of flights he's been scheduled. I wonder how many times the Internet has been down when he's gone to send me an email (I've had zero updates since connectivity is low). And I wonder what food he misses since being on the boat and we know it's not gourmet fixings (unless you're the CMC, XO, or Skipper).
I was a little under the funk last week since I was miffed that only so many days had passed since he left. But someone made a good point: The boys are now closer to coming home than they were when they left. Light bulb. Each day is a day closer to coming home. Why didn't I think of that sooner?? So I need to enjoy the ability to leave the house in a complete mess - I can live in filth. It makes me happy. :)
Oh, and let's not forget each day going to the gym makes the butt that much smaller.
Rambled on by Mrs. Wookie