Edited to add: Apparently I tucked the idea of ‘doing math’ away after reading Marine Wife’s post on her blog, Dragonfly. I can’t believe that when I wrote it, I completely forgot and then I used the same title! My apologies for inadvertantly borrowing your idea without crediting you!
Feeling pretty down today and really missing Husband on a beautiful spring day that is too glorious not to share with him. So, masochist that I am, I decided to do a little math.
This June 29 we will have been married five years.
Husband will have been gone a total of 24 months at around that time (actually that includes his last detachment in July, so two weeks shy of 24 months as of the actual date of our anniversary).
Two out of our five years together, we’ve spent apart.
August and Shore Duty can’t come quickly enough.
A quick P.S. To add to my craziness… A part of me feels guilty that we’ve had him home for three years (total). I know we are extremely lucky in some respects to have had him home as much as we did. That’s almost even more frustrating…. To have had him gone that much and to feel that I constantly have to buck up because he could have been gone more.