Word

We continue waiting on word, word that we're "healthy" enough to travel across the Pacific and live together as a family for two years.

We were supposed to find out today.

Today all we found out was that the folks at our next assignment have another week to review our paperwork due to the holiday delay.

I jump out of my skin every time the phone rings.

I've already eaten an entire bag of cookies this week.

My ass can't take much more waiting. Really. It can not. I just made more cookies, and I gave away all of my maternity clothes and bought all size 8s.

My pants cannot accommodate another week.....

I just had the damnedest time spelling the word "accommodate."

My sportsbra for ample-bosomed women came in the mail yesterday.

I should use it.

My body needs the exercise especially since it craves food to calm my nerves.

It's better than cigarettes which also sound very, very appealing at times.

The fact that I have very small children should keep that habit kicked away and dormant.

Music seems to help, and I keep dropping everything when I hear this song.



These lyrics seems especially appropriate:

How'd you know
where to go
and when to stop
to look ahead?

No one's ending up
with what they thought
they figured out.
Well, this what they get.

(I obsessed for about ten minutes over Buckner's line breaks. I give up. Apologies to the artist if they're inaccurate.)

I am fairly certain that Richard Buckner did not write this song about military families, but all of the words seem oddly appropriate.