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You know, it’s funny…telling people that you (or your husband) has been called to active duty during “war time” elicits some pretty strange responses. They vary from, “I don’t know what to say…good luck? I’m sorry? Kick some Iraqi ass?” to no response at all, just a scrunched up facial expression of shock and surprise. Kind of like how I imagine people would react if Britney Spears won an Academy Award.

My favorite so far though, has been, “Well, you knew what you were getting into when you married him,” from someone who emailed me directly…an obviously casual reader who doesn’t really understand that the UberHusband went off active duty six years ago, before we even met.

It’s not like my head was in the sand, though. I always knew way, way, way, way in the back of my mind that it was a possibility but sheesh…it was (is?) also a possibility that some national syndicate would (will?) pick me up and start paying me to write snark full-time.

Hint, hint.

I did a lot of Googling and web surfing yesterday, looking for resources for wives like me…wives whose husbands aren’t attached to a Reserve or National Guard unit, wives who don’t live near a base with a Family Support Group and other women who have experienced my myriad emotions thus far, wives whose husbands weren’t “really” in the Army when they met and most importantly…wives who had no clue on God’s green Earth that 9/11 would happen eight months after their wedding and turn their lives upside down 3 1/2 years later.

I came up empty. I’m not trying to be dramatic, but I like being in control. I like being able to look for information I need and having it at my fingertips. I’m a project manager for chrissakes, and a natural-born planner. We planned for Plan A - corporate relocation to Seattle. We planned for Plan B, our contingency plan, which was remaining in Dallas in case Seattle didn’t happen.

Plan C - husband is reactivated and deployed to God knows where. That…that we didn’t plan for. Now, I know all that gobbledeegook about making lemonade out of rotten cherries or something like that, and how everything happens for a reason…but still. Wah. Boo.

{deep, cleansing breath}

Time to pick myself up, dust myself off and get on board with Plan C…whatever it winds up being.

Anyhoo…I have got to catch up on my television viewing, lest this blog turn into an 18-month weepy pity fest. LOL. That’s my goal today…watch Desperate Housewives (and write corresponding haikus), watch Arrested Development and scan through a week’s worth of Dr. Phil episodes in between, you know, working and all.

Can’t forget about The Amazing Race tonight…maybe I’ll have a newfound appreciation for PODubya now. Nah. Doubt it.

/wink