The Dreaded Call

While out for dinner last night with Sarah and Bill, I took advantage of the good cell reception and turned my phone on. (I have no reception at my house) I had 3 messages.

The first one (from Wednesday) was from my case manager. The commander's decision on my medical exemption case has been made. I just need to call him back tomorrow to find out what it was.

It's funny. On our way to the restaurant last night to meet Sarah and Bill, Dave and I were talking about how we thought with the holidays coming up that it would slow the decision even more since paperwork would sit on desks and families would be on exodus. We were hoping not to hear from them until after Christmas.

Nevertheless. The call we've all been waiting for has come, and now I have to wait a whole day before I find out if I will be with my babies for the next year or not.

On an added note: It occurred to me this afternoon that I may not find out until Wednesday. With Veterans Day on Tuesday, the Army (or at least my previous posts) would always make it a 4-day weekend and give Monday off too. So, it's likely that I won't be able to get ahold of my case mgr until Wednesday. Great.