Restlessly tucking myself into bed, my phone rang. "Who in the heck is calling me at 10:30pm?!" said the old lady (that's me.) It was a gal from the FRG (Family Readiness Group, ie the folks who usually send out pointless forwards somehow related to the Army and The Family,) "This is (so-and-so) from the 1-22 FRG? Just calling to let you know your soldier will arrive at 1700 tomorrow."
HAPPY DANCE, HAPPY DANCE, HAPPY DANCE!!!!
I tossed and turned, squeezing my pillow, crying with joy that my husband will be home so soon. I ended up having to get out of bed and wear myself out with a bit with preparation. So, I waxed my upper lip and painted my toenails while re-cleaning the bathroom and making 8 To Do lists for tomorrow.
HAPPY DANCE, HAPPY DANCE, HAPPY DANCE!!!!!
I won't get Wilder up to celebrate with me, though it's a tempting thought. I can't wait for tomorrow, yet I have so much to do! Hooray, hooray, hooray!!!!!!!!!!!! But for now, goodnight!