Day 11

So I knew going into this experience everyday would not be a picnic. I was fully aware that some days would just out right SUCK.

But, today was not supposed to be one of those days.

Today I was supposed to have lunch with the neighbor. We had talked about it for a while and decided last Friday we would go. We talked about it Monday, choosing today. We even talked about where to go...the golf clubhouse ( so fancy sounding huh) or dog and duck. ( I am really hoping that they serve more than that there)!
I was beyond prepared! I went to bed early last night. Got up, did my chores, did my hair, picked out a 'going out to lunch outfit' and waited.
 And waited.
And Waited.
Hmmmm...door bell rings!
 I was like a little kid! YAY...Friends!
Hold up.. you're some dude in a red shirt, I don't think you're my lunch date! At this point I look out at the driveway to where the lunch date lives and ....
it's empty!
I can't begin to tell you how much my heart sank. It was like realizing your prom date wasn't coming!

I know this seems so silly, but in a new town where I know very few people and my adult conversations and relationships live in a phone, grownup interaction is very important! I wanted one hour of my week to not be about silly bands, iCarly or the word Mom. I wanted one hour to pretend I was a complete grown up!
When a military wife, or any spouse for that matter, has a partner who travels for a living, outside relationships become important. They remind us that we can put on our good heels and pretty blouse and indulge in an adult conversation.
So now I sit... I'm not wearing my good heels (honestly I never was.. I did although have my good flip-flops on), I changed out of my cute shirt and am wearing my ever comfortable Ali Al Salem AFB shirt. ( It was Jay's, I stole it), threw my beautifully straightened hair into a ponytail and made a bowl of rice with butter and Parmesan and am having lunch with the ladies of  'The View'. I feel sad, I feel kinda lonely but than I realize that the girls will be home soon and I can't help but smile when for the hour after they get home, you know when the talking is NON-STOP, that I'll be thinking about this right now, the silence of me and the tv.

Ring my bell.

(p.s. after looking at this picture of my doorbell, I notice that I seriously need to clean it! It's kinda grody!)