It has been 4 weeks since our "see you soons" and I think I have finally found my footing. With sub deployments it was always a bit easier to get in the swing of things. I don't feel the need to stay home just so I wouldn't miss a phone call. Apparently cell phone companies haven't figured out how to get cell reception under a couple hundred feet of water. I am not too surprised by that seeing as I don't even get reception in my house. With the hubby being on land, I find myself not wanting to be out of the house around dinner time or early in the day so I can spend that time talking with him even if it is just a quick "have a good day! I am going to bed."
This past week everyone in the house came down the a stomach bug. I have never had to do so much laundry. But I think we are finally in the clear. Everyone got a full night sleep and as an extra bonus, I didn't have to scrub any poo off my walls! This gave me some much needed energy to make calls that were needed to be made. So this is a warning, if I need to get a hold of you and you haven't returned my calls I am now stalking your ass. Example: Our genetics doc wanted some tests run back in November. I submitted the paper work to insurance and it was approved on Nov. 11th. This is when I started calling Genetics to schedule the testing. I left message after message and never heard back. Then the hubby came home and deployed again, slump ensued, but now I am back. This morning, I found the head of MaryBridge Genetics and we had a lovely little chat. No more than 10 minutes after I got off the phone with them did I get a call from the man I had been leaving messages with, apologizing for basically being an asshat. Next on my list is the IA Ombudsman, maybe someone should warn her that I am on a mission today. Nah, that might ruin my fun.
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