Insatiable

Today has been one of those days in which I have eaten nearly everything my eyes have fixed their sights upon. I don't know what the deal is, but I'm HUNGRY. Insatiable. All I can say is that it's a very good thing we only had a small serving of ice cream left in the carton; had the carton been fuller, it wouldn't have been able to stand a chance against my fiery appetite today.

I seriously need to distract myself with something more productive lest I start adding more padding to my thighs. Perhaps I should clean out my pantry. Except, that's where all the food is; I'm not sure I can trust myself. I have a feeling that in between wiping down the shelves and neatly organizing my canned goods, my big hands might make their way into the chocolate chip jar.

Some days are like that I suppose.

In other news, Craig should be home shortly. Like in three weeks or so. And while we're on the subject of big appetites and padded thighs, Craig is an accomplished deployment diet participant and will be returning home without any extra padding. At one point during the deployment he declared to be the weight he was 20 years ago; and the last time we spoke, he said he wouldn't tell me how much he weighed because I had previously threatened to snap his scrawny little legs if he came home smaller than me. Don't get me wrong, this is great for Craig, health wise, especially, it's just.....well, you know. Makes me really regret morphing into The Girl Who Ate Everything this afternoon.

I guess when you're stuck in the desert for six months with nothing to do, it's bound to happen. Oh, and Craig also has self control. I do not.

Anyway, Craig has started shipping all the crap he accumulated (read: bought online) back to the states. Time is winding down and we are all appropriately thrilled. I must admit that the neat freak in me is getting a little stressed about the hurricane of junk Craig brings with him. I know I should let go and relax, but our bedroom is so peacefully junk free right now. I like being junk free and peaceful.

I'll get over it. Eventually. Maybe? Someday.

I'm not going to lie, the post-deployment transition isn't always easy. The homecoming is great, but going from a family of 2 back to a family of 3 can be bumpy. You get used to doing things on your own, making all the decisions, not cooking dinner, not having to share a bed or the remote. I hope this transition is smooth.

But hey, on the bright side, since Craig is coming home so skinny, he'll take up less room in the bed I've been so used to not sharing.

Now that is something I can appreciate.