No, not the Barenaked Ladies song (although it is a great song and I thoroughly enjoyed the BNL concert I went to in college).
One week is the amount of time I have left with Jason before he deploys to places unknown aboard an aircraft carrier next Monday.
In true Navy fashion, he found out today that he has to have his bags ready tomorrow. Tonight we'll be scrambling to collect all of the odds and ends that a sailor needs for seven months at sea. Emphasis on odds.
I encouraged him to begin this process two weeks ago. I reminded him that this is a holiday week and they'd likely be loading up cargo well ahead of time. Does my husband listen to my voice of reason and heed my warnings to plan ahead?
(Oh my god, I am my mother.)
Of course not. And I don't blame him for being a little less than motivated to leave. I would be pretty concerned if he were raring to go.
So tonight we pack, and you've all been spared the sentimental tome that I was writing in my mind. For now, anyway.
And please will me the strength to not shed a bucket of tears for every item we put in the sea bag.