So this morning after hearing some conflicting information I decided to take matters into my own hands I called the family readiness coordinator to try an get some facts. She was not in and I wish she would have been because a super tough sounding CPL answered and was able to speak on her behalf. I of course was borderline tears as I was calling and as the words "are they really delayed?" came out of my mouth the tears just fell.
Ugh I hate crying on the phone. I especially hate crying when its a boy on the phone.
He informed me that yes. Thanks to the delays from the volcano everything "was pushed a bit". He couldn't give me any exact information because they didn't have any at the time. He gave me a guesstimate...but of course that didn't make me feel any better. He asked for my husbands name and pulled our file and told me he would call as soon as they had exact information. That they were currently just calling to let the families know there would be no homecoming tomorrow.
I got off the phone and cried. Before calling my momma and crying to her. Because thats what I do when I reach my limit. And let me just say... I reached my limit. Boy have I reached it.
I know I shouldn't have gotten excited about the potential arrival. I know better. But I couldn't help it. I got excited.
And now I am back at square 1 of waiting to hear some official date and time and place for husbands return.
Oh and I hate Iceland and their stupid volcano. Seriously.
2 comments:
It breaks my heart to read about this. It's funny, they're gone for a year, and then a day or two of a delay sends us into a frenzy. I've been there done that, and am still doing it, and it's driving me nuts. Hang in there *hug* ♥
It's impossible not to get excited. I'm sorry that you're sad today. I hope that he gets to come home SOON! xo
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