And I’m not even preparing for it. My husband is gone almost all day and night, and even when he is here, he’s not really “here” mentally, I mean how could he be? It’s the most all consuming thing ever that takes every ounce of energy and brain power to prepare for–3 days of hell to be exact. And yet as much as it sucks for him, it really sucks for me too, and bebe. I know I’ve got it easy compared to him, and oh won’t my turn come soon enough, but I still hate how much it sucks, and I wish that it didn’t. I guess that makes me feel minutely better, but not really 
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