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We got word on Monday that Raidhyn will be deploying in 4 weeks.

Honestly, we have the most extreme luck in the entire world ever. Nothing normal ever seems to go down in this house. Our luck can be amazingly good, or disgustingly bad but never in between.

Our luck can sometimes seem bad, but in actual fact turn out to be amazing.

The latter is the case here.

It sucks that he's going to be gone, but we're military and it comes with the territory. We managed to get away with him not deploying for the first 2 years of our marriage. He was able to be here for the birth, NICU hospitalisation and first year and a half(ish) of our son's life. I wouldn't have been able to do that without him.

At least he's going to Iraq and not Afghanistan. He's only going to be gone for half a tour as the unit he will be providing PA support for has already done half a tour. So that's 6 months instead of 12. That is amazing and I'm truly thankful for it. It's funny how something that would truly suck for a non-military couple seems like such good luck to us. I know so many military couples have it a lot harder than we have.

So now I guess I have to step up and get ready to transition to single parent mode for 6 months. I can no longer get away with being such a recluse because, as much as I try to deny it, I will need adult contact. I will have no one when he is gone. That's sort of scary for me. I mean, I'll have to make myself talk to people I don't know... strangers... eep! The dreaded playgroups I mentioned in an earlier post? Yeap, I'm going to have to go to them.

And just as I started to get to grips with his work camera he will be taking it with him. Gah!

But you know what? Oh yeah, I'm keeping the Wii. And the Xbox.

And I'll finally have a clean house. Maybe.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.