Third Day, Third Times a Charm, Right?

Wrong!! You would think by now I would have learned my lesson after the last couple of days. I am a glutton for punishment. After the way we hung up or me hanging up yesterday, I honestly didn't think I would get a phone call today. I went through all day yesterday not stressed or worried that something happened to him. I knew since there was no phone call or USMC Chaplain showing up at the door through the night Sniper was just fine. I hoped for a phone call today, but figured he is super busy and it will be awhile. Wrong. I guess he thought I would be super stressed over the disconnect yesterday. This morning I had a meeting that I had to attend with my big boss "K", Gunny and 4 other people. It didn't matter that work is just beyond craziness and that 3 people called in sick again today. It seems our office is infected with the plague. Well, I brought my cell phone with me and put it in my pocket on vibrate. No, I wasn't looking for a thrill, at least not while I am at work. At the end of the meeting, my pocket started to vibrate and I jumped about 5 feet. I forgot it was there. I pulled the cell phone out and looked at the number calling. Damn it was Sniper. Being new to the office I didn't want to get into any type of trouble or be labeled a rebel. Calling into work sick yesterday and wearing jeans to a very conservative office today, I figured I am already earning the reputation of "rebel." I had to donate / pay $35 to be able to wear jeans for the next 6 Fridays and it is well worth every penny. Getting off track. Well, those in the room looked at me and mouthed if that was Sniper. YEP! "K" looks at me and says well answer it and announced to every one, we lost "princess" Iraq is calling. They all laughed. Hello Hello000 HELOOOOOO I missed it again. I sat there and just started to laugh. Five minutes later and my meeting was adjourned. "K" came over to me and said next time he calls, just answer the damn phone. Yep, they all understand and our extremely supportive. This time, the very first time since he has left, he actually left me a message on my voice mail. "Hey it's me. So I just called and then I got hung up on. So you better be in a meeting or something lady. I'll call you back in a little bit. So answer your damn phone. Love ya. I'm safe, I'm fine, I'm not hurt. Bye." I sat there and laughed my ass off. I am not having much luck with this damn phone. I figured he would call me back in a little while. At least I knew he was fine. I never had a doubt, call it intuition. A several hours go by and I am just slammed at work. I am buried up to my eye brows. I love it. At this point I didn't count on him calling me back and I know he is extremely busy in the shitbox. My phone rings and yep, it's Sniper. We talked for about 6 minutes and then I hear him getting very very tired and drifting again. I told him to just give up and sleep. Nope, he didn't want that, he wanted to talk. I said fine I will ramble and he can listen. A couple minutes go by and now he isn't saying anything. I finally said honey I love you, sleep well and I am hanging up. I hear a very distinct...... NO!!! He said he was trying to talk, but the words just weren't coming out. Damn I love that man. He just wanted to listen to my voice. I kept on talking for a few minutes and I finally told him, I love you and would love to talk while he slept, but that is a expensive call. Besides, I have sooo much work to do and a very short time until I am off. We hung up. Afterwards I sat there and laughed. As much as I wanted to talk and he wanted to listen to me, I knew he needed rest and sleep more than anything. Damn that man is stubborn. I sat back and reflected back on my day and how I handled it all. I realized shit happens. First, I won't be able to control anything and to just let everything ride. Second, getting upset or breaking down isn't going to change a damn thing. I know I will miss many more phone calls before this is all over. I can either be thankful he called and laugh that I missed it or become a emotional wreck and let it ruin my day, over something I can not control. I will take the first. Don't get me wrong, I know there will be many more days, I just lose it over something so silly. FYI....I know why I flipped on Wednesday and was more emotional than I had been in awhile. Part of it is the emotional rollercoaster and a big part is PMS. Damn sometimes I hate being a woman and having my emotions on my sleeve for the world to see, add PMS to the mix and it's not a fun ride. I told Lego Man about the couple of missed calls this week and his reply, "Mom, your a moron." dyzgoneby My cell phone's days are numbered to 364, then it's going to die a slow painful death