Brandon sent me an email on Friday with the inevitable news that he is being sent back to post. As I read the message, I was surprised by my reaction. Instead of immediately breaking down in tears, I almost felt... relieved. We've been waiting for this news for a month now and part of me is happy to finally just get it done with.
In a week, the part of me that will be the only parent 24/7 to three young children will probably be asking the relieved part what it was thinking.
But, there's nothing that I can do about Post's decision except to wash Brandon's clothes, cut his hair, and buy him a book (that thousand-page one) for the long plane ride back. My housekeeper will be ecstatic, and Brandon admitted that the separation will almost be worth getting out of his temporary job in DC.
There are rumors that Post is recalling all employees within the next three weeks, and this is in preparation for the return of families. I hope it is true, as single parenting out of a suitcase was never in my plans as a mother. But, until that day when we're back together for good, we'll get along. Even if it does involve unusual amounts of macaroni and cheese or chicken pot pies.