Day 275

Two days away from crossing another month off the list. Yippee!

I had a good weekend. I ran the RSOP Spring into Shape 5k and finished with a time of 28:01. A new personnel best and I couldn’t have been more excited about it. I was so excited I wanted to run another 5K this weekend – unfortunately when I hit the track yesterday I quickly figured out that I rebound like a 30 year old, so I will need a little bit longer before my next race. So maybe if the weather holds out I will get my yard work done and if its crappy I can finishing cleaning my cupboards since I only made it through half when I worked on them 2 weeks ago.

Other than the running and the cleaning, not much else is going on here. With the minor exception that our new tent arrived today :) I can’t wait until I get a chance to try it out. For those of you keep track at home this is tent number 3. We have an ultra light two person tent for when we hit the trail and do some backpacking (or when I need a large outdoor kennel to cage the doggy in), we also have a lighter weight 6 person tent that we use in the BWCA, and now I have my roomy 4 person car camping tent – complete with screen room/vestibule. Yes it may be a lot of tents, but for people who love to spend their time in the outdoors – you need to have the right tent for the right occasion :)

I must admit that while I’m getting closer and closer to the starting the final count down to Hubby coming home, I am starting to feel an increase in anxiousness – both good and bad. I can’t wait for him to get home – to the point where I’m starting to read all the family support literature about what to expect when your soldier comes home. And while I understand what they are doing is trying to help set expectations that’s it’s not going to be all rainbows and kittens and shooting stars 24 hours a day, it’s tough to swallow the idea that while I’ve missed him and want to shower him with hugs and kisses that he may just want to find a quiet corner by himself and find his own way to adjust back into his Duluth life. But I imagine that as he tries to adjust to Duluth life – the pets and I will have to adjust to him as well and while I dream that I will have no problem sharing all our stuff again – I know the middle child in me wants to keep all her toys to herself. But I also know we’ll work through any homecoming issues together.

125 days to go.