We were able to spend two whole weeks with the husband while he was home on R&R. Let me tell you, that was the most AMAZING two weeks of my life. Little L was sooo excited to see his daddy when we picked him up at the airport.
We were lucky enough to have our army friends Shannon and her husband Nick come to the airport with us to 1. keep me sane and from freaking out and 2. to take pictures. I was really glad they came. I don't know if I could have stood in the airport waiting for him by myself without going crazy.
We were busy during our two glorious weeks with him at home. We ate out, saw friends and family, got a new refrigerator, a new dishwasher, new cabinets for Little L's toys and I got a pair of diamond earrings. They are beautiful and I love everything that we got! You know you're old when you are excited about a new refrigerator and dishwasher, but I do like them a lot. (We didn't see his parents until his last night home, but that's for another post)
It was great having the husband being able to finally meet Baby E. He was a huge help with her, getting up in the middle of the night to feed her, changed her diapers and just enjoyed being with her. He also helped a lot with Little L, he changed his diapers, took him places just the two of them and let him play with his tools. They were so cute together. He is such a great dad, I am one lucky woman.
I do love that we were able to spend two amazing weeks with the husband, but I hate that he had to leave us again. Shannon warned me that the second good-bye was worse, and boy she wasn't kidding. The airport allowed me and the kids to go through security to be with him as long as possible. That was nice, until it was time to say "see you later" again. It was heart wrenching to watch Little L tell Daddy he's not allowed to leave and then to watch Little L watch the husband's plane leave.
I also hate R&R for the fact that I got use to having a second person to help me with the kids, as well as having my best friend home. Our house feels so much more like a home when he is with us. It feels full and happy. Coming home alone with the kids after dropping him off was horrible. The house felt lonely and empty. It was hard to be here. Thank goodness for my biffle who let the kids and I come crash at her house for dinner that night. I don't know what I would do without her.
I had this weird feeling the other day. It almost felt like the husband hadn't been home at all. If his clothes weren't still laying on the floor, it seems like he hasn't been here. Weird huh?
It took me about two weeks to get into a routine without him after he left the first time, and I am hoping that it won't take me that long to find our routine again. That was the longest two weeks of my life. How do you find your routine after having to say "See you later" the second time? Any suggestions would be welcomed.
So, at the moment I have a love/hate relationship with R&R. I just can't wait until I can start counting down the days until he gets to come home for good.