Everything has been going great for us now. The deployment is becomming easier to deal with finally. It's still frustrating in a different way than it was in the beginning. Now, it's getting a little closer to the end, and the day he'll be back home with us seems within our reach. It's making patience wear thin, cause I'm so ready for us to get our life back. I'm so ready for him to come home, and be a regular family under the same roof again. I've been waiting, and I'll continue to wait and do the best that I can, but I really just want him to come home. I think knowing that we only have a couple more months or so to go, is making it harder to deal with, because the excitment and anticipation is building up. He seems to be doing good now, too. I was a little worried about him about a week ago though, he seemed so down, and depressed. He seems ready to get out of there and be home again too. I can only imagine what it's like for him. I'm just glad the end of this deployment is almost here.
Denny's been doing good now in school, and Tiffany's working on it. She had a little bit of a rough start, but she's coming around. I'm still not back in school yet, but I'm hoping to get the mess straightened out with the school, so that I can get back into my classes. I want to get my studying back on track.
The house got broken into when we went to PA over labor day. Luckily we weren't home, and not much was taken. What made me so mad was the stuff that was taken was Denny's. I don't know what's going on with that, or if the guys that did it will be caught. I'm not worried about the stuff they took, I just don't want them to do it to anyone else. That was the worst feeling. Coming home and seeing the house like that. Knowing that someone was in our house, and going through our stuff made me feel sick. I can't explain, and I didn't realize how bad of a feeling that was. I'm just thankful that it wasn't any worse, cause it could have been.
I'm finally went to the dentist, and I go back again next week. With all the work I need done, I know it's probably gonna take awhile for it to be finished, but it will be worth it when it's done. I'll feel alot better. I just hate having to be in pain from them messing around in there. Good thing it only hurts the day the work is done, and maybe a day or so afterwards.
I just want everything to be done, and in order around the house by the time he comes home. I want everything to be perfect. Even though, I know there's really no way for it to be perfect I still want to make it as good as I can.