111 : Number of days my husband was away.
5: Number of pillows used to take up space so I wouldn’t feel like I was sleeping by myself.
2 : Number of weeks I lasted until Bravo the Infantry Dog was invited to snuggle in bed with me.
4 : Number of vet visits with Bravo the Infantry Dog
3 : Number of those visits that were because he ate something he shouldn’t have.
6 : Number of weeks I went without shaving my legs, other than my ankles. (It was Ohio in March, don’t judge me.)
350: Rough estimate of the number of cups of coffee drank in a single just-over-three-months long deployment.
4 : Trips I took by myself. This is huge – I had never done that before. Seriously.
5 : times in four months that my car had problems. #deploymentcurse anyone?
6 : Military movie marathons I had on weekends I missed J a lot more than normal.
2 : Cities I visited that I’d never been to. (Detroit was actually my favorite, although the fact that I only ate delicious food and had some awesome company while I was there was probably a huge factor.)
3,000 : Texts sent in the group message between my two best army wife friends.
3: number of dresses I bought that were my ‘homecoming’ dress.
4: Number of razors dulled the week before homecoming. (Pro Tip: Start shaving like halfway through the deployment, ladies. Seriously, just do it.)
3: Also the number of times the homecoming date changed.
5 : Number of times the day of homecoming that I changed my outfit. Ended up in the first dress I bought.
3: Hours that the flight got delayed, after I had already had my dress on and my hair and makeup done.
This was essentially the laziest listicle ever, I know. I’m a little busy, but I’ve been working on posts while he was deployed to post once he came home and we felt comfortable saying he’d been gone – PERSEC and all that, right? 😉
