Air force blues

In general our life in the Air Force is pretty good. But when Tory comes home on Friday and says "I am leaving on Monday for a month" it always throws a wrench in that life. So the relaxed and uneventful weekend we had planned is now filled with rearranging summer plan and schedules, finalizing plans for our trip in July up to Washington, doing all the house projects and repairs that have been neglected, and trying to hang out with the kids as much as Tory can.

I know a month is pretty good in comparison to the 6-months many of our friends are dealing with, but in the back of my mind those 6-month deployments are always still floating around. Its been 10 months since the last one-month assignment and almost exactly a year since he got back from the middle east.

Enough wallowing... we have a screaming, potty-training two-year old sitting in the bathroom. That should be enough distraction for the month.