My mom’s flying in today to hang out with me for the holiday weekend. I just couldn’t hack spending a 3-day weekend (believe it or not, they are different from my work days) on my own yet…you know how it is. I love seeing my mom but get a sneaking suspicion she’s more excited to see Cookie & Daisy…LOL.

And…Capt. UberHusband is “off” from around 2 p.m. today until Monday afternoon. Figures. We talked briefly about how I could have flown out and spent the weekend with him but, even if my mom wasn’t coming…I don’t think I could do another goodbye again…not yet.

Anyhoo, a few people have asked how Capt. UberHusband is doing, since he hasn’t updated his blog (”I haven’t had anything to talk about.”) in a few weeks. He said he was going to try to find internet access somewhere in the next couple of days and update everyone as to his goings-on and reintroduction to All Things Army.

He’s fine. He’s tired. After three days of “in-processing” (Army code for: shots, dental exams, payroll setup and other miscellaneous sitting around and waiting), they finally started their training and various classes yesterday…just in time for the 3-day weekend. Um…er…okay.

He says the toughest thing so far (other than getting up at ungodly hours of the very early morning) is that a couple of the guys in his barracks snore really loudly. We live in a home of silence at night. Cookie’s started to snore a bit in her advancing age, but she’s not a chainsawer. He says he’s met some great people, has seen some people he doesn’t want anywhere near a gun and is very happy he brought his iPod. The only other thing he wishes he’d brought was our little hand-held television since the one TV in the day room was commandeered for basketball games all week.

I’ve talked to him every day in the evenings and it sounds like he’s getting back into the groove of Army life. The tough part for me…I have no idea what that means. I’m accustomed to being in tune with every aspect of his life and this, this is all new to me and I can’t even guess as to what he’s experiencing.

Here’s the Ironic Thing Of The Week…a Captain from HRC in St. Louis called Thursday night and asked to talk to Capt. UberHusband. The first thing I thought was, “You don’t know he’s not here?” The Army isn’t omniscient although, you’d think they would be. Anyway, she wanted to talk to him about his commission resignation, which he mailed off the day after we got his orders; a sort of last-ditch attempt to avoid mobilization. We didn’t think it would work but hey, we were operating at a rather low frequency that first week.

I told her that Capt. UberHusband was at Fort Jackson, and had been for the last week. Didn’t she know that? “Oh, you mean he’s already been mobilized?” Envision me slapping the palm of my hand up against my forehead. Capt. Omniscient wanted to let us know that his commission was signed and could go into effect as soon as he was demobilized. Super. Thanks for calling.

Oh wait…the ironic part. Capt. Omniscient didn’t seem to know the current status of my husband, yet yesterday in the mail he got an invitation from the Veterans of Foreign Wars to join their esteemed ranks. Cripes people, the guy hasn’t even left the continental United States yet and you’re trying to get your claws into him? Thanks U.S. Army, for selling his soul to the mass-mail-marketing devil. The VFW knows he’s been mobilized, how come you don’t?

But, Mom’s plane lands in 3 1/2 hours so I’d better finish vacuuming and get myself into the shower.