Thank you, Gustav

I wake up early, but 6:45 am on a Sunday morning is a little early for me. Mary, however, wakes up when she gets good and ready, and she's been up for about 45 minutes playing in our bed. I'm tired.

Our Labor Day Weekend was officially ruined last night. I can deal with not getting to go to Ocean City. It's nice just staying home and getting to spend some time with the hubs since we're on opposite schedules during the week. Anyway, last night I went upstairs to put Mary down and take a shower, and when I got done, we were going to play the Wii. I was drying off and he came upstairs with this look on his face. Honestly, his eyes looked a little glazed over like he was upset. His fucking work just called him, and he has to get on a C-130 at 9:30 this morning to go to Jacksonville, FL, for this damn hurricane. They were originally sending down one helicopter with a crew, but they recalled last night and decided that they needed 24 more people with Flight Mechanic qualifications. He'll be in Jacksonville until at least Thursday. He has no idea what he'll be doing at this point. He kinda wants to do some rescues, but I want him to stay put. I can't tell y'all how much this last minute shit drives me crazy. I mean, a 12-hour notice, seriously?

We had plans to go to dinner with the neighbors tonight at the Crab Trap, but I can't take Mary by myself. It'll be too much of an ordeal, and I'll probably never get my food eaten. Luckily they've got more people than us going, so it won't be a big deal when I back out.

He's totally bummed. His whole weekend is ruined.

When Katrina hit in August '05, it was HELL for Air Station Houston. Dick was going in to work at 2:00 and not getting off until about 6:00am, and this lasted for a few weeks. Gustav is already worse than Katrina, and I just pray to God that hubs doesn't get stuck down there with all that mess.

It wasn't quite as bad with Rita that September, but he did have to stay back on Ready Crew, which meant taking the helicopters to Corpus Christi while I had to evacuate because we lived closer to the coast than my parents did. That effing blew because they had to fly back in with the hurricane. They weren't flying with the eye, but they were in the outer bands. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time...especially since our wedding was in less than a month.

I totally married into this, and it blows. I know it's his job, but it still sucks, and I can still complain about it.