It is approximately seven weeks until we move (or so we think). I know where we are going for the year, but my husband still has no official orders, and no indication of a follow-up assignment.
I am about to go absolutely nuts.
Since my daughter and I are not immediately moving to the follow-on base, the bulk of our household goods will be in storage for the year. Until I know where we’re going, I can’t pack or ship anything to my Mom’s house. Because, if by some miracle we are assigned Mountain Home AFB, our stuff will be in storage locally, and the shipping expenses would be a tremendous waste of money.
Arrrrrgggggg.
To make matters worse, our shoddy base house seems to be falling apart lately. I have to make yet another appointment for the shower, which wasn’t really fixed the last time the maintenance man graced us with his presence. He half-assed it and improvised, so now I have to call back and complain like the whiny, bored housewife that I am. The dial on our dishwasher has also taken a crap for some reason. The wash cycle works, but the timer doesn’t, and the dial is very hard to turn. I feel it will break off in my hand every time I run the dishes through.
I’m also not doing so well regarding the lovely prospect of being away from my husband for the year. We recently learned that one of his best friends will be stationed at the other AFB in South Korea, which is good news. At least he’ll have some measure of support a few hours away. And thankfully, Violet and I will have my family. I vow this time to be less of a depressed-hermit-bitch during the separation period, so I am hoping to see a few old friends while we’re in the Boise area.
Speaking of friends, I’m trying to figure out when we’ll have the opportunity to socialize here before we leave. With illness and other obligations lately, we haven’t been very good about keeping up with many people. My bad attitude and crap-I’m-about-to-cry-in-the-grocery-store-for-no-good-reason episodes aren’t helping matters. I pretty much just want to crawl into bed and have Jerry wake me when it’s time to move.
When I look in the mirror lately, I see Tweak from “South Park” shuddering back at me.
Honey, you don't need to worry about filling any obligation to visit and spend time with us. I know we're not the only ones you're speaking of, but it's just so you know. I also completely understand if you need me to come over because you need someone and you're about to break down and cry. I'm not yet privy to the prolonged separation anxiety you're nearing, but I'm empathetic in the way many other military wives would be. *sending hugs and prayers*
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm actually really looking forward to having you guys over on Sunday. I haven't even had a chance to hear many of the stories about your wedding! I also greatly appreciate the offer of moral support...I do feel like I'm going off my nut lately, kind of like PMS, only much worse. Not sure whether you deserve to be exposed to that. The fact is, I really want to socialize before we leave, and yet, I am not exactly fit for society...
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