This tour has been miserable. It's been two solid years of late nights, earlier mornings, ridiculous duty sections, in and out working up to deployment, and now that they're gone...an extension of the hell. What's another month and a half?
I'm tired. My husband has missed two solid years of firsts. He got 2 days off when E was born, and I felt lucky.
I feel slightly guilty about raising so much hell and this newfound terrible attitude. I'm as patriotic as they come. It's all about duty and country...and all that. I get it. I probably understand better than most. I packed my husband off for a tour in Afghanistan when Parker was 3 days old. I thought it couldn't get any harder. Touché, Navy. Touché.