I don't want to finish this post on a downer, though, so here's a list of things we are looking forward to in the coming year:
- Mitch will get to come home three times during the tour for three weeks each visit.
- Jack will get to graduate with his class and (hopefully) complete his IB Diploma.
- Breakfast for dinner!
- I won't have to read my Kindle under the covers. I will also claim the middle of the bed.
- I hear you can get some pretty cool rugs in the Middle East
- The girls are looking forward to getting Burka Barbies. Okay, no, they aren't. But I totally want one.
- People will think we have big balls. Or are batshit crazy. Either way.
- I might finally learn how to check the air pressure in the car tires. Or, and this plan is just formulating now, I might stand at the embassy gas thingie with a sad, "my husband is in Afghanistan and I'm all alone" face and get someone else to do it for me out of pity.
- I will use what I'm sure is to be my new favorite excuse for getting out of things: "I'm sorry, I can't possibly come to your cat's birthday party. You see, my husband is serving in Afghanistan."
- I get to keep my job. Unless I get fired for letting the eff word slip in my column. But then, I'll be all, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to use the eff word. My husband is serving in Afghanistan." You see how it works?
- Mitch never had a sandbox as a kid.
Badum-bump. Thank you, and I'll be here all year!