Today when Brandon and I talked, he had good news. The EAC at post voted, and we're all going home. We just don't know when exactly. Since there are so many dependents who are still here in the US, they're trying to have a staggered return (anyone want to co-ordinate the return of 800+ people in three days?). So we'll have to see how soon we'll return, but we do know that we will be going back.
When I told the girls, they gave me blank looks, and then I think Kathleen said something along the lines of hooray. Sophia just kept looking at me. We heard that we might return while at my aunt's house for the weekend (another round of packing, but just for overnight), and so they asked when we packed up to leave yesterday if we were going to Cairo. Not yet, darlings, but soon.
I confess that I'm a little relieved that we're not going in three days. After driving up from NC on Wednesday, moving solo Friday, and going up to Maryland Saturday and coming home Sunday, I'm beat. While we were unpacking Friday, oats got spilled on the carpet, and they're still by the coffee table, slowly making their way around the house. Thankfully I unpacked everything on Friday, but the suitcase from this weekend sits in the front room, slowly disgorging its contents.
Instead of cleaning up, however, I laid on the couch this morning reading, and took the children to the park this afternoon (where we met a fellow FS blogger). I will miss all of the lovely parks.
So we're all excited to go back. We all miss Brandon and home and space and Egyptian food and normal life. We're happy. And tired. But most of all, happy.