Send In The Troops

It has been 19 years, 5 tours of duty, countless courses and field time and I always feel the same butterflies in my stomache when Sgt is about to return home. It is the same feeling I would get when we first started dating and I knew he was on his way to pick me up. I start a project but my mind quickly goes to something else and I find myself leaving a half cleaned rec room to start rearranging kitchen cupboards. I can not focus on one thing for any length of time and as a result it looks like my house has been burgled by very messy, very dirty thieves.

Let’s start with the bedroom. I have several large piles of my clothing on the floor and on Sgts side of the bed. Some are to be taken to the local thrift store for donation. Some are winter items that haven’t been stored yet. Some are clean and I haven’t put them away. And some are my maternity clothes that I am just not able to part with at this time. (But that’s a post for another day … or a session for me and my therapist.)

The laundry has piled up and I am afraid it will topple over and smother one of the children.

The kitchen still has last nights supper dishes sitting on the counter. Rice has yet to be swept up from underneath the highchair. The floor is beyond sticky.

The livingroom looks like Fisher Price stopped by after a night of kegging and threw up all over the floor.

I won’t dare set foot in Will and Charlie’s rooms without HAZMAT gear and a stick to beat off any creatures that may lunge out from under their beds. Teenage boys are gross.

We had a small flood in our storage room in March and everything that was taken out has to be put back with some sense of order.

The only rooms that do not need any cleaning or reorganizing are the bathroom (only because I have OCD when it comes to a clean bathroom) and Henry’s room.

This is my last day as a single parent due to deployment. Sgt is scheduled to return tomorrow night, around 7 o’clock and it may just take a small army to get this house ready for his return.

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4 thoughts on “Send In The Troops

  1. Denise

    Hi!

    Belatedly introducing myself … belatedly because I was going through this very drill you are posting myself in the last few weeks. Not the returning husband part, but the house part.

    BTW I found my way here by way of Eden’s locked twitter. Any friend of Eden’s … seemed like a good blog prospect. :) I am pleased to meet you.

    We just finished having annoying houseguests … prior to which I had to clear away … oh maybe … two years of PPD clutter. It wasn’t pretty. Much like you describe, probably worse.

    Many times there just aren’t enough hours in the day to de-clutter AND be sane. I chose sane. Now I am trying to rebalance. I can only imagine what that balance entails when Sgt. is gone so often and you have kids AND sheep!

    Hope you are enjoying your reunion with Sgt. The clean up here was no fun at all many late nights), but I must say it’s kind of nice to have a clean house now that everyone is gone.

    Cheers,

    D.

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  2. Sandy

    How exciting and overwhelming at the same time! Sounds like a lot of work, but it also sounds like a happy time, that feeling of anticipation. Enjoy your reunion! (but also give yourself a break and don’t work too hard)

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  3. sky

    Hey!!!! This is a very cool looking place!

    After reading this post I had to stop and wonder why the mess in my house could rival the mess in yours when I don’t have any sort of good excuse like a husband being deployed.

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  4. Siera

    I used to fee like this everytime Eric woulc come home from sailing… & years of being together and I have yet to experience a deployment of more than 2 1/2 months. (I don’t know how many times he has volunteered forthe Gulf trips and been denied. Afghanistan is next on his hit list if anything comes up that doesn’t get restricted after being offered to him)

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