He has now been gone just over two weeks, and in that time, I've overcome my fever, dealt with puking children, gone 24 hours without running water, put together a child's bike, re-potted all the plants he started for the garden, stripped some of the dining room wallpaper, and just this afternoon discovered my satellite radio antenna may be broken, so I'm looking into what I need to do to get that fixed. And while I admit, I miss my music (and I missed the running water too), I feel a little stronger and more capable every time I get another of these little things under my belt. And that's one of the best things about being a military wife.
Another great thing is that, although you are alone, you really aren't. There are always other wives around to talk to when you get lonely or frustrated and they all know what you're going through. Some of them even know how to keep plants alive. We visit, make phone calls and generally help hold each other up until the time comes when we don't need to any more.
Now, I have one more of those wives to commiserate with, and she's a member of my own family.