In theory Chris is coming home Sunday night. I know every non-military person who reads the next part is going to be slightly disgusted with me while every military spouse is going to be thinking "I hear you sister".
When you get the news that your long, lost hubby is coming home you go through a rush of emotions. The first, and most powerful, is "Woohoo! I get to see my honey! YEAH!" For me this was followed shortly after by "Oh, thank god! Someone else can walk that spotty, naughty dog". And then "Oh crap. I better get to the grocery store. I'm going to have to cook real meals for dinner - raisin bran isn't going to cut it." Alrighty, so it's out there. Judge me as you must. I'll keep you posted on when Chris actually gets home.