I have come to realize that the closer we get to the end of this deployment, the more irritable I get. I am amazed that my co-workers didn't murder me over the weekend with the mood swings I had. At times, I find myself getting sick of hearing everyone talk about their significant others and I have to walk away in fear that biting my tongue just won't be sufficient enough. I know I can't get mad at people for talking about their relationships. It's not their fault I am going through this deployment. I signed up for it. When I married Tony, I knew damn well where Tony was going. And now that we are 70+ days away, I just want it to be over with already! I'm so frustrated! And I haven't heard anymore news about my aunt. It's just so hard not being able to do anything to make situations better. I'm so sick of having to wait. Wait for news on my aunt. Wait for my hubby to call. Wait for my hubby to come home. Wait for one day to end so another can begin all so that we'll be one day closer to his home coming. Wait for this. Wait for that. Wait for this, this, that and the other thing. Hurry up and wait! I know when my hubby reads this post he is going to freak out at this next thing I am going to say.. I feel like I am not as strong as I was at the begining of this deployment. (Don't worry hubby!! I am NOT giving up! That's not what I mean AT ALL!) Maybe I just have a lot more on my plate, now, than I did at the begining.

Mother Theresa said it best.. "I know God would not give me anything I could not handle. I just with He didn't trust me so much."