The End Draweth Nigh

Well, with less than 40 hours to go (HOLY CRAP!) I suppose it is time to consider what to do with this blog...I do enjoy having a place to vent my crap so I think I'll keep it.  Do I make it private? That seems like an awful lot of work.  I think I just won't mention it to him and see how long it takes him to remember that I started this and then go find it.

As for me.  I feel great actually.  I thought I'd be freaking out and be a total wreck by this point in the game, but I'm really not.  Excited? Yes. Anxious? Very....but not freaking out.  Not pulling out my hair, not over/under eating (anymore), and not bursting into tears at all.  My sleep has suffered though.  My brain seems to enjoy attacking me the second I get into bed...So I'm pretty exhausted but that has a perfectly good reason: Lack of sleep.  If I had to put it into one word, I guess I'd say I'm happy.

:)

Milestone #10: Holy Milestone of Milestones!

10 more days of his mission.

11 until he is home.

If that is not a milestone then I don't know what is.

So in preparation and, of course, in distraction, I have begun the process of totally gutting my room and cleaning/scrubbing/de-cluttering everything that I can....Consequently, this means that my room looks way worse than it did before I started "cleaning".  I bought decorative stuff.  It only took me a year of living here.  New blankets and sheets, new shower curtain and bath mat, threw away all those shoes under my bed that I havent worn in 3 years and now the real work of vacuuming, scrubbing, mopping, and wiping is about to begin...

And here I am, updating my blog from the living room with my bedroom door closed so I can pretend it's not a black hole of disgusting-ness. Because I'm exhausted and totally burnt out.