Hurry Up and Wait

Winter has finally reached Texas and it has been in the 30s for the past two days. I assume my heat hasn't had much use in the past few years, and either doesn't work or just doesn't remember how to anymore. I am fucking freezing.

But it's okay, I'll have a husband home on Saturday who can hold me and help keep me warm, right? Wrong.

The Army should have had Shane out on a plane by now but that didn't happen. I woke up to a text from Shane this morning letting me know their flight was canceled, and that no one has any idea when it will be rescheduled for. The original window we were given was the 14th-18th. Then it was narrowed to possibly the 15th. Now, who the hell knows. I mean, the latest they can have him back is the 18th, but that is a week away. And please no one tell me what's another week when you've already done a year. That was my stance, but I am reaching my breaking point. I am so annoyed with the Army I came home from a good run with zero appetite. That never happens.

So, I no longer have any clue what day Shane will be home. Time to play the waiting game. I guess the new countdown is back up to a week, and should it go down from there, it will be a pleasant surprise. I haven't had a good night of sleep since last Wednesday or Thursday because I've been so excited. But now I am exhausted. I am anxious. I am annoyed. I am frustrated. I am freezing. I am still excited, but this wait is starting to eat away at me.

At least Shane is just hanging out in Afghanistan waiting and not looking for IEDs anymore. Whew.