When my husband joined the Army, I never knew I would have a love/hate relationship with my phone.
During his training, I hated waiting for it to ring, never knowing if it actually would or not. I wanted to throw it across the room when I missed the first few times he was able to call me.
But on the rare occasions when I was able to hear his voice on the other end of the line, it would absolutely make my day.
I remember thinking after he graduated that at least I wouldn’t have to be a slave to my phone anymore.
Was I ever wrong about that.
Since he’s been with his unit, the love/hate relationship continues. Whenever he deploys, I find myself again having to wait anxiously while I will the phone to ring.
And it is an instant disappointment when I see a phone number that doesn’t belong to him.
I’m always so happy when he’s home because I no longer have to worry about sitting at the very back of the church so I can slip out the door if he calls.
Or having to sit in the front of the theater with my phone in my lap so just in case it does ring, I will see it light up.
Perhaps the most frustrating thing about phones and the Army is that it seems like I’m no longer allowed to make outgoing calls. He’s in charge of the communication.
I can only sit and wait for it to ring, never knowing if it actually will. If I want to tell him something, I have to make notes and be sure I have them with me if and when he does call.
Since obviously its impossible for me to just pick up the phone to call him.
Then the phone call comes and you get to deal with the *pleasure* of the call being dropped mid-sentence or it sounding like he’s in the middle of a category 5 hurricane.
Oh and don’t forget the delays.
It’s always fun when you’re talking over each other because of that. But regardless, when I answer the phone and hear “hey, baby”, a smile creeps on my face and I’m again in love with my phone.
Now if I can just figure out a way for entire deployments to go by as fast as phone calls do, I’ll be set when the next one rolls around.