So today we got…news. The phone rang at 7am, which already scared the bejeezus out of me. I answered it half awake, and heard Hunny on the other end. He so scarcely uses the phone, this alone made me panic more, figuring if he was actually calling someone had to have MADE him use the phone, and if that was the case he HAD to have a hole in him somewhere. Oh look! It’s a conclusion! I must jump to it! In my defense, when his first words are “I just got back, and have some news” I was at least partly justified in my leaping.
It turns out the news was he got new orders. He reports to Drill Sgt school this September. About a month and a half after he FINALLY gets home from this deployment. So, first off they are STEALING my reunion time. But that’s not all. He recently reenlisted, and chose to stay here and not move for another tour. I was comfortable with that. I had depended on it. I was an idiot. So, right, school in September, during or after which we’ll be assigned to a new duty station for two years while he trains new recruits. Now, I’m supposed to be used to this. I, little miss Hooah am supposed to calmly and rationally accept this sudden change with grace, and dignity, and all that jazz right? HA! Oh no, I ranted, and wailed, I may have even flailed.
Do you know what happened the last time he came back from a deployment? He was home for ONE month before he went to another school, which was only a month before we were to move from Alaska to here. It was Welcome Home! Goodbye! Welcome Back! Off we go! that was the most stressful 3 months of my life. And now he tells me it’s going to happen again. Man, did I react badly. In my defense, it was morning, I hadn’t had coffee yet, and my sanity was still in the living room. But that poor guy. Thank GOD he got online later, I felt awful reacting that way.
I had found my suck it upness by then. I reminded myself “There’s No Crying in Baseball”, I’ve told the kids. I’ve accepted that between now and redeployment I have ALOT of work to get done around here. Oh and the best part? We only know he’s going to school…we don’t know WHERE we are getting assigned after. It could be Ft Benning in Georgia, Ft Jackson in South Carolina, or Ft Lostin TheWoods Leonard Wood in Misery Missouri.
Fun times abound! 
Ouch.
I can relate to the sudden changes in deployment schedules. In short they suck.
Once upon a time we were to travel cross country (with a 6 week old) so I could attend a series of classes, followed by travel to a new duty assignment. At least they were nice enough to pay milage to both stations. The only real nuiscance was we could only qualify for one move, so they wharehoused our stuff till we got to the final duty station.
Halfway through the classes they decided to change my orders and send me somewhere completely different. Not even she same class ship I had studied to work on.
My wife reacted just about the same way you did to the call she got from me at (oddly enough) about 7am, right after I found out. I’ll just say she was “less than pleased”.
In the end it turned out to be one of the better things that happened to us. I guess you never know till you can look back on it later.
Glad to hear things are going well for you and yours.
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Do the words “everything happens for a reason” ring a bell? I just went through one of “those” times, as you know….not the same circumstances but a “kick in the gut” moment for me… we’ll both deal as best we know how….