R & R: Day 1

So we decide to brave the trip to the airport. Seeing as I am "navigationally challenged" this may not have been my most ingenious idea. My 45 min-1 hr trip took me about 1 1/2, not bad considering I did get lost 3 times.

I'm pulling into the parking garage, just in time for my phone to go off.
"Where are you?" um....in the garage. He then decides to navigate me to his location via text message. This is my other weakness, texting. So I gave up, started to send a less than pleasant message informing him where he could find me. When I look around the corner and see my bald headed soldier heading this way.

Once I got the kids attention away from the escalator, and reminded them daddy was coming it finally fell into place. He rounds the corner, and you see 3 kids one after the other DADDDYYYYYYYY! Finally, after over a week of transit he's home. We know where he is, he's safe and all is well.

The rest of the day was pretty quiet. The adjustment of being home after 7 months, the changes that have occured, not to mention the growth of the children is a lot to take. I dropped the oldest two off at school just in time for picture day. The youngest refuses to let daddy out of her site. All day long, daddy, daddy, daddy where are you? daddy, daddy, daddy are you there. Where's daddy? Did daddy go back to work? Daddy, daddy, daddy. This went on all day.

We made it to my son's football practice. This is the first time my spouse has gotten to see one of his sports. He missed the entire T-ball season and has hated it every since. It is obvious to any one who see's my child who he belongs to. Besides the spitting image, the waving from the sidelines gives it away.

We make it home, get everybody to bed and finally I get my soldier to myself! Or so I thought. Here comes the baby back down the stairs. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!
Finally after 3 tries, she's down!

The biggest adjustment to him being home however was from me. For the last 7 months, I have had total reign of my bed. I could keep the room the temperature I want, use all the blankets or none of them. I could sprawl, kick or toss all night long. Not so much anymore. For the first time in a long time, I had to share!! It was horrible. I am all about my bed, period. So by 3 am, he's sleeping on the couch and I'm threatening to mail his ass back to Iraqistan or whatever podunk country he would feel more comfortable. Finally,even though he got to be re-aquainted with the sofa atleast I know he's home.