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I am desperately trying to write this blog post without being completely distracted. I have a feeling this is going to take me twice as long to write and I’ll end up with a handful of half-baked sentences when I’m done. I apologize, my lovely friends.
Usually, I’m a focused, butt-kicking, names-taking tornado of activity. This year, that hasn’t been me. But right now, that really isn’t me. I just cannot stay focused for the life of me.
And that’s because…
This month, John comes home for R&R.
Writing that sentence is sothrilling.
It’s been seven months since we’ve seen each other. I’m fairly certain that I have forgotten how to kiss in that time. (If I have, that’s going to be one awkward scene in the airport.) I have to remember how to be 27 again, since my insane cross stitching binge has aged me about 53 years. (Don’t mind me while I adjust my dentures.) I spent Christmas break shopping for new, cute winter clothes. I got a haircut and I need to get a manicure and pedicure to convince John that I haven’t let myself go to seed. (Although, during this deployment I’ve watched way too many episodes of “Honey Boo Boo” and convinced myself too many times that chocolate constitutes a legitimate dinner. I am shame-faced.)
Soon, at an undisclosed time on some day during January at an undisclosed place somewhere in the US, John’s boots are going to hit American soil and R&R will begin!
And until then, I have to keep myself busy with something, even if it’s flitting from half-finished final exam that I’m desperately trying to write, to a half-written email, to an online shopping cart filled with cross stitch kits, to laundry that I keep forgetting in the dryer.
And please, just ignore the fact that I’m currently wearing half of my pjs and half of what I wore to work. I’m a happy, nervous, twitchy mess right now. I can’t possibly be bothered with putting on a whole set of clothes.
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