Shove Your Hurry Up and Wait

Lady Jess — Tue, 14 Jun 2011 19:04:13 +0000

So we’re supposed to be moving right? I have done almost everything I can do prior to movers taking my stuff out so I can clean the rest. I know what we are taking and the kids have their stuff figured out. But, we’re in a holding pattern at the moment. We can’t do anything until he has his “official” orders. He has general orders but those apparently are useless. I’m really hoping his report date on said useless orders is UNofficial too at this point, as it’s a month away, and we can’t schedule movers, clear housing, or put in for his travel pays and entitlements until we get the real deal.

On top of THAT stress, I have kids with cavities and dental expenses to shell out. The car needs fixed for the trip, and even though it’s under warranty, there’s a $200 deductible. Add to that we’ll need to have money ready for the drive cross country, and shipping our second vehicle, even knowing the army OWES us money and DOES pay travel pay we can’t count on THAT being available for the trip itself. No, they don’t pay for shipping a vehicle in the continental U.S. either. So on top of THAT stress I have guilt that I did NOT save any money for this moment. BUT I know in my head I couldn’t. There were bills to pay, food to buy, dental expenses ate up our tax refund, always something coming up. I tried, but life gets in the way. And what makes it harder is this trip, we still have a couple bills to pay out. Car, insurance, etc. Didn’t have that last time. I keep telling myself we’ll get through it, and praying that we have a safe and smooth experience. I just hate when everything piles on at once ya know? We’ve gotten through worse.

So, What HAVE I been doing?

Taking over the world…(Sid Meier’s Civilization IV)

Visiting exotic locations (Zuma’s Revenge by Pop~~cap~~crack Games)

AAlong with learning to knit, crochet, continuing to art journal and try drawing something daily. And my newest hobby, trying to not pull my hair out.

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There’s No Crying In Baseball!

Lady Jess — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 23:52:50 +0000

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.

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