In the normal course of life, folding clothes is certainly no cause for upset. In fact the only emotion usually experienced is annoyance that we have so many clothes and that laundry is a losing battle that never ends…but when you’re spouse is gone for months at a time, it’s these little every day occurrences that bring you back.
Anthony has been gone a week already and we are adjusting well, if being crazy busy and not being able to sleep at night can be considered well, (which in a military family it is.) But there are moments when a harsh reminder intrudes on our hard-won sanity. A small thing really, just folding the clothes can cause a momentary pause.
I happened to have washed and folded the last of my husband’s shirts and started to put them away. For a moment I stopped, frozen. I suddenly had the realization that there would be no more clothes of his to wash for another two months. I paused, I took a shaky breath, released a wistful sigh and though I did manage to hold back the tears (I’m getting better at this as the years go by,) I allowed the sadness to wash over me.
Then, as I turned around, my alternate personality emerged – just like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde I have two personalities…Loving Military Wife and Brazen Woman. I realized, yeah, no more stinky socks and starched uniforms. Woohoo! My laundry just got cut in half. A victory dance and whoop of cheer soon followed, then I called my husband to inform him I was borrowing some of his closet space, since he won’t be needing it for a while….








