There's honestly not too much going on around here these days. We still don't have any actual dates about when Gunnar is coming home, but he is slowly making his way back here. I have the mother of all lists of things to get done before he gets here. Like buy beer, shop for man food, clear off every horizontal surface full of clutter, and wash the car. Most likely he really won't notice too many of the details, and just be happy to be home, but I feel like I should at least put forth some effort.
I've read a lot about homecomings and all the hullabaloo that folks go through. And frankly, I"m just not that into it. Does it make me a crappy Army wife if I don't hang a banner with Gunnar's face on it on the front of the house? Or paint welcome home sentiments all over the car? Or line the driveway with American flags? Maybe if I was 20 years old and fresh out of high school these things would appeal to me a little more. I'm just not that into it.
Gunnar hasn't lived with us since May of 2009. There will be a lot of challenges to face in the next few months as we get back into the swing of things. Boy oh boy I'm excited to not be a solo parent anymore though!