That's what was in my head all day yesterday and the day before. "On the Road Again" by the former, and "Ramblin' Man" by the latter. Let's see... looks like I have a little catching up to do. (Un)Fortunately, I have some time to do just that while I sit here killing a day in a hotel.
I had in on good information what time and date B was going to be arriving. While he normally doesn't tell me much of anything going on over there -- he takes OPSEC very seriously and I'm not exempt from it like a lot of wives are. Of course, judging from the way a lot of those wives (and soldiers too) blabber everything all over the internet, they really ought to be put on informational restriction. Sorry (sort of) but that's a huge peeve of mine. The information that they let out could cost someone their live(s). If something happened to my B because someone couldn't keep their trap shut, I am not going to hold myself accountable for my actions if I find out who it was. That is inexcusable.
Ok, rant over. What was I saying? Oh, yeah. I had it on good information what time and date he would be here, because while he normally keeps radio silence, he knew I was stressing over missing his homecoming due to communication issues I've already had with eArmy messaging. So, I was all set and ready to go. We had a "practice" party at the house. My dad says you can't go into a good party cold, you gotta get in the partying mood, and he's a professional partier so ought to know *grins* That lasted till the wee hours of Sunday I spent the day getting everything (minus a few key somethings) ready for the trip. I loaded the truck up, covered it all with a tarp, caught an all too brief -- 2 hours -- nap, and then I was off like a herd of turtles on the nearly 1000 mile trip.
When I got here, I still had to unload the truck and wouldn't you know the room was on the second floor and didn't have an elevator? I thought I was going to cry. By the time I finally got everything unloaded and hauled upstairs to the room, then put in something resembling order, I'd been up for about 36 hours and was beat. Right as I was getting ready for a shower, B logged in to tell me he had bad news. He'd been bumped to a later flight because some soldiers with family difficulties were getting prioritized. Dang... ok, but it was only going to be a few hours later, and I think it's good that they prioritize the guys with pressing things that they need to come take care of. If I were having an emergency here at home, I would want them to send B back to me as fast as possible. Just as I was falling asleep, I got a message from eArmy messaging that his new flight had been delayed and won't be arriving until a day later. Dang again...
So today, I've been rearranging things in the hotel room to make them more user friendly, got some groceries since we're expecting to be in this room several days, and taking inventory. I forgot the poster I made for him! Ugh! So bummed about that. It was awesome! It was a great big wanted poster, and his sister had given me a picture of him decked out in early 1900's western style that I blew up some and edited to sepia tones. That was going to get put on the poster after I got here, because I didn't want it to get bent up. I planned to take the picture back off of it after he got here and frame it.
And if that wasn't aggravating enough, I forgot THE dress. The dress I was gonna wear to meet him in! I was going to go all 40's glam in my black empire waist cocktail halter, with peep toe stilettos, the hair, the make-up, the works! I remembered everything *except* the dang dress. I even had a silk scarf with stars and stripes on it. It was my granny's hair scarf. Gah! I can't believe I forgot them! C'est la vie I suppose. At least I remembered the Hero Cookies and all the little accouterments I made to go along with them. They're set up on the dresser in here since I can't take them to the welcome ceremony.
The bright side him being delayed is I have another day to recover from the long drive and all the manual labor that accompanied it. As of right now, I'm still tired, sore, and irritable. I'm not fit to welcome him home from a fishing trip, let alone a deployment. So, I'll just sit here and piddle around on the computer, chill out, and wait another day. I hope it's only one more day. We'll just have to wait and see, though.
In the mean time, I think it's time for lunch. That's what my stomach says at least. It's still on Eastern time, so it's still a little early here. Sandwich anyone?