When we were headed to my parents’ house on Friday, we ran into a bit of a traffic back up. There was an accident ahead, and the right 2 (of 3) lanes were blocked. As I began to merge over, as the sign instructed me to, people were barreling past in the lanes that were blocked ahead. It made me think of this.
Please don’t be that guy. We are all trying to get somewhere. We all want to get home, or out of town, or to the office, or wherever it is we are headed. Doing that might get him to his destination faster than I will get to mine. But, getting there faster does not make him less of an ass.
For everyone that does not know, Hubs came home from Afghanistan about 6 weeks ago. We decided not to spread that around, because we weren’t really sure what was going to happen. He came home because he was sick. He has been with the doctor, and is now as good as new! However, the doctor recommended that he not return. So, Hubs has officially been released from his contract, and all obligations associated with it.
Cause to celebrate? Absolutely!
So, officially, there are 365 work days + 21 days of vacation. 381 days. Give or take a few on either end. 381ish days until this job is over. 381 days until I know that Mr. Brady Life is home. And safe.
Thankfully, I have the best Mom in the world. Even though she has a ton of stuff that she needs to get done, she stopped it all to drive 3 hours and come hang out with me. She didn’t want me to have to spend my first night alone, alone. Of course, I feel certain that I will not sleep tonight, without some sort of sleep aid… but that is OK.
Monday, I go back to work. Of course, at that point, I still have to decide about what to do there. But, that is another story, for another day.
If you pray, please pray that B makes it safely to his job site, and that he will be safe while he is there.
So, tomorrow, we hit the road. I am very thankful for my friend Abby, who will be looking after the house and the doggies while we are gone.
Tonight, as everything is getting packed up, I am printing a bunch of pictures for B. It makes me sad to look at them. I am going to have to print out a bunch to carry around my own album while he is gone! I am not sure I am cute out for this!!!