I feel so impatient.
Kent finally called me yesterday at about 4:00 in the afternoon to tell me that they were getting on the plane, yet again, and that he would try to get in contact with me as soon as he could. Now that I know that he is on his way over there, it's a different type of lonely. Now, it's a waiting game. It's a constant waiting for my phone to finally ring. I'm beginning to see what the next 4 months of my life are going to be like. From now on, my phone will be my lifeline to my husband. I look forward to 3am phone calls that only last 5 minutes, and walking out of important family functions just to answer a call from a restricted number, not knowing if it's Kent or a telemarketer.
I would like to think that I'm a somewhat patient person, a person willing to go with the flow of life, but now I'm not sure. I can't hardly wait to hear from him again, to see my family this weekend, to find out his address over there, to get into the groove of this deployment, etc, etc, etc.
I'm trying my best not to raid the kitchen of all of the junk food imaginable, but it's really hard not to, because eating is my main vice when dealing with stress and anxiety, not to mention boredom.
Hopefully, I will hear from Kent either today or tomorrow. If not, I might just lose my mind.
Prayers for his safe travel, and for my sanity are much appreciated.
Much love to all.