So I haven't been around for a day or two and I may take a little break for a few days more. I got some really bad news last night that is yet unconfirmed but probable...David isn't graduating from Basic Training on time. He called late last night and said he had to shave a minute off of his two mile run or he wasn't graduating on Friday. I was supposed to leave in the morning for his graduation. We were going to get to spend all day Thursday with him. I already had the hotel and rental car reserved. He said he'd call today if he passed and if he didn't call, I shouldn't come.
He didn't call. :(
What this means for us is that he'll stay and go to a special place where the people who can't pass their PT tests go. It has a real name but they call it fat camp. He'll stay there and do PT 4x a day until he can pass the test. When he can pass the test, he'll just leave and go straight to AIT. No graduation ceremony, no family day, nada. He'll go straight from Ft. Knox to Ft. Leonard Wood and we won't get to see him in until December-ish.
I'm just devastated.
It's been a long 3 months and to think it will be 3 more without this little island of hope just totally gets to me. I understand that 6, or 8, or 12 months down the road, he may end up being deployed to Iraq or Afghanistan and that we'll be in this boat again. He could be gone for way longer than right now. I get that. But at this precise moment, the kids are just SO small and I had hoped to see him without having to go six months.
Parker was 7 weeks old when he left. I'd give anything for them to be able to see each other. And don't even get me started on Naomi. The 10 hours we were supposed to be able to see him on Thursday I had already resigned to letting her steal the show. She and her Papa are like *this*.
I can't mope around forever about this, but right now I'm too bummed to care about anything but surviving the week.