He's HOME!

And our pup feels safe again.

You gotta be kiddin' me, Lifetime.

One last post tonight and I swear, I'm done.

Sunday nights, I know I'm gonna get all emotional and sloppy because Sunday nights means Army Wives and Coming Home. Army Wives I can manage, but Coming Home gets me every time.

This week, Army Wives leaves on a cliffhanger as the ladies brace themselves while two uniformed soldiers step out of a black SUV, which can only mean one of two things: MIA or KIA, two of the dirtiest acronyms ever created.

MIA: Missing in Action.
KIA: Killed in Action.

Ok, so they've already got me frantic before Coming Home even starts. The show is fine up until the preview of next week's where they're having a tribute to a fallen soldier.

KIA.

Now these two together would already freak me out because I seriously cannot handle that kind of thing. On top of it, I just sat through an MIA and KIA lecture this morning. My mother and I went to my brother's Reservist Family Day.

My little brother. Reservist. Navy corpsman attached to a Marine unit, deploying to Afghanistan as my husband makes his way home.

Salt in the wounds, Lifetime. Salt in the wounds.

I don't get it.

Gahh!

I just wrote a big post and then my computer died. Um...oops!

On the bright side, I think I'll just take everything I was ranting on and on about and simplify real quick: I'm a little upset with the military, which is just par for the course in our love/hate relationship.

#1: Recently, rumors have been flying that they are taking away combat pay, so basically, all of those soldiers who are stuck on a small little patch of desert, baking away, will make exactly what they made right here in the 'ol USA. Frankly, I think that's a little crazy that they would do that, but I've seen them do similar things during deployments, so we'll see. Those poor milwives with babies.

#2: In the first month of deployment, they relocated J from one country to another. Somehow, his bags have yet to arrive (we're in our fourth month.) There are two things that are bugging me about this-first, they have told him it was HIS fault the items are missing and have been trying to tell him that WE owe THEM for everything that was in there. (Example: sleeping system=$400) That's frustrating.

Now, I just found out that all the bed clothes were in his luggage as well and they have not supplied anything in the new location. Meaning, poor J has been without sheets/blankets, etc. for 3 MONTHS. As soon as he told me I was really angry and then called around the family to pick up some odd jobs so I could buy the man a frickin' pillowcase.

I just feel so helpless because I want to cheer him up but he just seems so sad.

Does anyone else run into these kinds of issues? Sometimes I can't tell if it's the Army, his Unit, or if it's just me.