So, yeah. How 'bout that. Ahem.
I wish I could say, "Oh, my! Sorry for that awkward little breakdown! I'm fine now, really!" Actually, I've developed a crazy twitch in my eye and here's how I'm know I'm having some kind of crisis - I'm not really hungry. Nothing sounds good to eat. There is right now in my freezer Blue Belle Cherry Amaretto Almond ice cream and I haven't had a single taste. People, this is beyond stress. We are into totally unchartered territory here. I have NEVER not wanted to eat.
Still, I am doing better than I was the day I puked up my emotions here. I really needed to get that out and I want to say THANK YOU so much to those of you who commented and emailed me. My life is shifting so much right now, as I careen toward 40, as my kids are shaving (both of them now, please spare me), as we near retirement, as it feels like everything is changing.. I am really still too unbalanced to answer you personally, but please know that I so appreciate all of your words.
'Nuff of that for now. I've got a few dry heaves of emotion left, but I'll save it for another time.
Because the crazy around here is just getting going. Poor DH can see that I'm unraveling, I don't hide it too well. I finally begged him last night to send an email to his gaining unit or housing or someone. Just make contact. Just let's feel like we are doing something. He sent an email this morning to the SGM in Germany with a copy going to the SGM in Italy, basically just outlining our timetable and asking about the deployment schedule. He briefly mentioned something like "There was mentioned in February a possibility that I'd be diverted to Italy, just wanted to check on the status of that issue."
Hours later, he gets a reply from the SGM in Italy. Two sentences. "That change should have already been processed. I will take care of it next week."
SGMs must not be known for their clarity. DH and I stared at those two sentences and then I jabbed pencils in my eyes and ran out screaming into the street where I dissolved into a pile of ash. Or close to it. I had a moment there where it was a real possibility. Then I started to think, "Italy. I've been there. Italian is way easier than German. The food is really good." And I maybe relaxed just a teensy tiny bit.
Let me sum this up. We are moving in 6 weeks. We do not have solid confirmation of what country we are going to.
Just pass the Diet Coke, please.