Remember, whenever you can, to close your eyes for a bit and pull in your snow walls, and the solitude of a secluded cabin in Canada, and the deer peering in at your knitting and the warm cuppa tea in front of you. And then open your eyes, and be grateful that if you need som t.p. or a guinness, you can just call down the front desk and they'll bring 'em right up!! Looks like you're off unitl Pittsburgh. THANK GOODNESS. I'm too tired to go any farther. Posted by Becky at May 2, 2008 3:11 PM Well, as a former military wife and former military serviceperson, I've seen this syndrome from both angles. Even when my husband was only out to sea for a week or so and then they'd come back into port for a weekend before heading out again, it was almost more trouble than it was worth to have him come home. I wouldn't tell him that, but you'd just get things flowing smoothly at home....get into a rhythm of life without them and then they'd waltz in the door, upset all your routines for two measley days with them and then waltz out again, leaving all of the remaining family miserable and unsettled once more. And so we'd start the process all over again of surviving "life without Dad." Not to make you feel guilty or anything but I think your musician friend was right on. But hey, most families are adaptable and we