Reality check
Lest you thought that the war was something that's happening between Jon & Kate, apparently my husband's plane had a "projectile" "lobbed" at it during one of his drops the other night.
It's a good thing they fly at a high altitude.
And that they have flares to protect them.
Flares.
Isn't that sort of like fending off a ninja with a July 4th sparkler?
Funny, I was just about to complain about the big crap that my son took on the floor to him, but somehow that just doesn't seem right.
Although, he might get better results shooting shit out the ass of that plane that a bunch of flares.
Oh my gosh, I don't know how you do it....that makes me stomach hurt.
(We are still here to listen to you complain about poop on the floor)
Posted by: Nel | October 13, 2009 at 04:49 PM
I think all military wives deserve sainthood. I would crumble. Husband traveling for business? No problem. Husband in a war? Temporary insanity!
Posted by: MissM | October 13, 2009 at 11:35 AM
I have two family members newly deployed to Afghanistan. One just announced that he's now going on the other side of the wire, and if all goes well we'll hear from him in another five months...
I hear you. I think a stupendous number of people do...
Posted by: Joy | October 13, 2009 at 02:54 AM
May he fare well.
Posted by: patois | October 12, 2009 at 04:39 PM
The fact that you continue to get through this makes me ever so slightly more comfortable with my upcoming marriage to a military man.
Eeeeever so slightly.
Posted by: TJ | October 12, 2009 at 01:33 PM
Amen. This too shall pass, prayers are with you. Poop would be a biohazard, unfortunately.
Posted by: Jane | October 12, 2009 at 12:27 PM
Very scary stuff. What boggles my mind is that there are children living in these war zones. Makes growing up with my crazy mom feel like winning the lottery.
Posted by: Esther Crawford | October 12, 2009 at 09:46 AM
Hey - fellow military dependent and ex-military myself. Having established my credentials, may I say that flares are a much better defense than you would think from the name? The deployment of flares causes a heat-seeking missile to think its target is somewhere besides, you know, where your hubby is sitting.
Deep breaths. There's an initial hump to get over, then you'll be shocked at how fast it goes.
Posted by: Shnoodle | October 12, 2009 at 09:34 AM
The war is serious business, and our service men and women need our prayers! I pray for their families too.
Secretia
Posted by: Secretia Teller | October 12, 2009 at 09:17 AM
You know, if we'd sent all of America's poop flinging toddlers to Afghanistan and Iraq when this thing started, the war would have been over in less than a week.
Hang in there Kristin. I really hope the days just fly by.
Posted by: Karen | October 12, 2009 at 09:08 AM
I think they must be special ninja-fighting flares. Glad he's ok (that is an understatement but type doesn't quite convey my relief for you all!).
Posted by: Fairly Odd Mother | October 12, 2009 at 09:02 AM
I think the poop thing is covered by Geneva Convention or something. However, sure beats flares.
I think about you every time I hear news about it. Hopefully the rest goes quickly (with less poop).
Posted by: Amelia Sprout | October 12, 2009 at 08:52 AM
Flares? Oy.
Posted by: Woman with Kids | October 12, 2009 at 08:45 AM