Monday, September 21, 2009

Home again, home again

Now that I've used my Super Mommy Mind Powers to convince our 26" long friend to take a nap, I have found a moment of peace to write here.

We returned home this morning on a direct flight from Dulles. We took a 0825 direct flight and landed in Seattle at 1100, gaining three hours in the process and making this, after a 0515 wake up time, officially the LONGEST DAY EVER.

HOW is it only 2:30 p.m.?!?!*

We have a busy week ahead of us. Tomorrow FBC starts its Tuesday morning Bible study back up which I can now attend thanks to our lovely chaplain's wife, Charlene, moving the battalion study to Thursday morning. Wednesday is PWOC fun, Thursday is a memorial service (instead of Bible study this week) and Friday ... well, maybe I'll take Friday to recover from the craziness of the last three or four weeks. We'll see.

(As it turns out the newcomers orientation thing that I thought I had to do tomorrow is next week instead. Phew. I was so not into that).

Meanwhile today I must still go to the grocery store and probably Target or Office Max to run some PWOC related errands while fixing the fact that I have zero food in my house. OK, zero may be a bit of an overstatement -- I have SOME food. But nothing that I want to eat.

*note how I switch freely between military time and normal person time. Crazy, I know.

I sat next to a man on the plane today who was coming home for a two week break from Afghanistan Fun. He is over there for a year as a contractor after the Army medically discharged him last year for being completely deaf in one ear thanks to some sort of Not Cool explosion.

It was neat to talk to him about Afghanistan, and I enjoyed all the warm fuzzy feelings I got thinking about how Luke will come home in a few months and sit next to someone on the plane who will hopefully be as happy for him as I was for this guy.

Incidentally, the deaf ear was the side on which we were sitting. This was good for him because David SCREAMED HIS HEAD OFF for the last 20 minutes of the flight. I think the poor little guy's ears were hurting.

1 comment:

  1. If you could bottle and sell those super mommy powers of yourse, you'd be set.