Phone Calls

Today my husband called me...three times. I feel kinda bad because the first two time that he called, I just didn't feel like talking to him so I didn't answer the phone. By the third time that he called I felt bad enough and picked up the phone. That and I didn't know just how many times the USO was going to let him try and call home in one day. Most of the time the conversation just flows when he calls. We only have 15 minutes to talk, those are the rules. He gets 1, and sometimes 2 if he's lucky, 15 minute phone call home. A lot of the when we talk those 15 minutes just fly by, we say I love you, and talk to you soon and hang up the phone. But every now and then, like today, the conversation has to be prodded. There's not a whole lot to say. I just sent him a long e-mail so there's really nothing new for me to share from my end and since he can't tell me what he is up to (security reasons) what all is there for us to talk about? Then there are the really bad phone calls. Where I don't want to talk to him at all and after several days of him trying to get through I finally pick up the phone. A prodded conversation would be a god-send then. This convesation needs a swift kick in the rear just to be forced. Those are the longest 15 minutes my life. Hopefull call like that are in the past for us.

On a happier note...are there happier notes when hubby is deployed? Oh yeah! I get to clean out the house with out someone telling me "No, don't touch that. I'll go through that later. No, you don't need to do anything with that. Put it with my other stuff that I need to go through." It's been so nice throwing away crap that hasn't seen the light of day for at least three years. The guidelines for what stays and what goes are pretty easy. If it hasn't been used or thought about in more than a year it goes. If I find something that I don't even remember that I had it definately goes. The nice thing is that I have amassing a nice stack of things to sell at the thrift store.