—> ! <— I used an exclamation point. Believe it. Also, my face isn’t really this pixely. But I do usually have child photo bombing issues. And according to my kids I am wearing a Steve shirt.

I don’t use exclamation points.  Like almost never because when I see an exclamation point at the end of a sentence I read that sentence in my head with enthusiasm and most of the time it just doesn’t sound right and I feel cheated, like I just wasted excitement for nothing.  Also, I’m not a super enthusiastic type of person so most of what I say does not come out all exclamation pointy so why would I write any differently?

But tomorrow Rabbit gets home EARLY(!) from his nine six month deployment flying helicopters off in the middle of the Persian Gulf.

Do you know what it’s like to be away from half of yourself for 6 months?  If you’re a military wife, then yes you do and you know that it is a form of torture.  The emotional roller coaster is so difficult to describe, so hard to make somebody else understand.  The waiting. The loneliness…

But tomorrow Rabbit comes home, which is 3 months earlier than originally planned.  I am THISHAPPY about it and today has been pretty much the slowest day in history ever.  I made a list of a bunch of stuff to get done today to make the day go by faster.  I took my 6 boys to get their hair cut, I took them shopping for a gift for their dad, I took four 5 gallon water jugs to get filled up, dropped two packages off at the post office, bought packaging tape, and washed my bedding and had all of that done before noon. 

Slowest.
Day.
Ever.

There is so much to do but nothing to do and I’m B O R E D and watching the clock in this state of irritated excitement that is threatening to push me to drinking.

There will be plenty of pictures of the homecoming and I’ll be sure to try to remember to make a post with them before the whole thing becomes old news. 

YAY!

Enjoy that exclamation point, people.  I don’t hand these things out like candy, you know.  I don’t really make a habit handing out candy either so that doesn’t even make sense.

And remember, every time you don’t leave a comment a kitten gets fleas.

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