Thursday, February 12, 2009

Whose Idea Was This?!

Well, it's begun. Jeff is in Illinois, on a bus, headed for nine weeks of boot camp. I'm stuck here, alone. He was pretty gung ho before about making a career out of the military, but after facing long separation for the first time today, he's coming around to my way of thinking--get training, get degree, get out. We'll see how he feels after surviving boot camp.

It's been a whirlwind of emotions the last few days. Yesterday, Jeff, Jeffy and I went to DEP--Delayed Entry Program headquarters--to do the last paperwork stuff. From there we went to the SLC Airport Radisson, where they put people before the ship out. Jeff got checked into his room and we went to the hotel restaurant for dinner. Good thing Jeff had a meal voucher! Those prices were way out of our comfort zone! He was just glad it was a nice hotel and not a trashy one like he had stayed at in Richmond for processing in Virginia. Jeffy proceeded to make a huge mess of our table, so we left a nice, bit tip. Jeff had a meeting that night at 8:30, so we got to spend a little time together after dinner. We (mostly I) decided that I didn't want to come all the way back home just to go back early in the morning to see him swear in, so I got a spur-of-the-moment hotel room (not at Jeff's pricey place, obviously) and Jeffy and I had an interesting night.

The next morning I packed up the kid, stopped at a grocery store for some breakfast and headed over to MEPS--Military Entrance Processing Station--for some . . . processing. Jeff had been there since 5 or 6 am. He got all his paperwork processed and passed his physical, etc., so at about 9:30 I went to some special room there and watched as an old Army Captain swore him and two other guys in. That was kind of fun to watch. One guy looked pretty scared; one guy looked apathetic; Jeff looked very serious. From there, we waited around for his travel arrangements to be made. Once they were finalized, Jeff took a cab to the airport and I met him there. I wish we could have gone together, but rules are rules!

The earliest flight they could get him was at 5 pm, and we got there a little after 11 am, so we had some time to burn. Jeffy was getting cranky due to lack of naps, and both Jeff and I were running low on energy as well. But we found a playplace, got some food and hung out for a while together. I was doing well and staying strong for a good long time and I was feeling confident that I could send him off with a smile, but that fell a little short. I pulled out a letter I was writing for Jeff to take with him, and as I wrote it, I started to weaken. I actually thought about how my life will be for the next nine weeks and I was doomed. I hadn't really thought about that before, mostly as a defense mechanism, I think. Anyways, the water works started and I had a hard time shutting them off. Jeffy was getting really ornery so he and I had to leave before Jeff actually borded. So he walked me back to security (I had been allowed past it because he's Military) and we said our goodbyes. I've been weepy ever since and expect to be for a few more days. I'm trying to be happy and calm around Jeffy, though. He's been especially fussy today--I think he can feel that mommy is sad. Poor little guy. I'm glad I have him.

I'm sure things will get better. I just have to tell myself that it's temporary and focus on goals that will make me happy and help me to progress. I sure am looking forward to that one phone call, though!

So if anyone is bored and looking for someone to hang out with, I'm your girl. I need all the friends and outings I can get.


Anonymous said...

Hang in there, Bethany. Usually the first few days are the worst, as you are getting used to him being gone. You will have really good days and you will have bad days... either way, you'll eventually make it through and you guys will be back together again. Believe it or not, it will go back fast. The best piece of advice I can give you is to keep yourself busy... go out with friends, spend time doing things you enjoy, whatever. As long as you're moving, you should be okay.

Like I said earlier, please let me know if I can help at all... I know we aren't very close and I can't even remember the last time I saw you in person, but my heart goes out to you and Andy and I are here if you need anything at all.

Laura said...

:( I hope you're ok. If I could drive and the weather wasn't so bad I would come down and see you.


The Hatch Family said...

I wish I was closer. My neighbor said something helpful, " Don't look at where you are, look at where you are going" This helped her get through 6 years of her husband's school. Know that you are loved, we are rooting for you, but take time to pamper yourself physically and spiritually. It helps so much, and remember that its ok to cry. I think we as women get hard on ourselves, and sometimes life is hard! So don't forget to pray and memorize a scripture so you have tools when satan works on ya. I love you!

Lindsay said...

hang in there! I know the whole drill with the military, its tough stuff but you will be so incredibly proud of your hubby! I will always be available to talk if you need to! :)