Jason’s been home from his fourth deployment for about three months now. We’re adjusted to being back to “us.” It’s been long enough to feel immense gratitude that our marriage is still strong, and long enough for the TDY’s to start.
I am, by nature, a night owl. I drag through the 3 p.m. homework hour with my kids, cling to the coffee machine and vow to be in bed by 9 p.m.
Come 9 p.m., a second-wind has swept in from nowhere and I am awake, alert and ready to go. And every night - every, single, night - I am awake until the clock officially ushers in the next day. And the next day, I regret it, but hit the repeat button just the same.
I am not the most tech savvy person. But what I learned about the 'Heartbleed' security flaw that scorched the internet this week terrified even me.
If you didn't hear, there was a major, online security breech that basically put the majority of the information on the internet up for grabs for cybercriminals who knew how to access it.
With my baby now 13-months-old, I should have seen it coming.
Heck, I’m surprised it took this long.
But it hit me like a wallop when I was checking out at Costco with the whole family in tow.
“Oh, they are so cute!” the cashier said. “When are you going to have another one?”
I remember after just a few years of repeated deployments to the Mideast, military folks, civilians and government officials all began to wonder aloud what long-term effect the exhaustion of war would have on military families.
Recently, my stepkids, who live with their mother, came for the weekend. We are lucky enough to live fairly close to them, and as such, they occasionally bring school work with them. On this particular weekend, my stepdaughter brought two things to accomplish: a list of twenty spelling words (on which, when originally quizzed at school, she received a D) and an ongoing board game project.
My husband is home after a month long TAD. It was our longest time apart since the birth of our second son, a year and a half ago. I admit, in the past I have often compared my life as a military spouse and mother to that of a single parent. From sun up to sun down, I do it all when it comes to the house and kids. We welcome dad as a dinner guest when he can make it.
Rebecca Yarros released her first book to international audiences on a Monday. She went on vacation just a few days later, which was just a few weeks after her husband returned from his latest deployment.
Yep, it's just how military spouses roll. And Rebecca, mother of five, nationally recognized blogger, wife of an aviator and now best-selling author, can roll with the best of them.
So, I hear it all the time: how we should bloom where we’re planted, thrive in new environments, blah, blah, blah. Let me just tell you, I’m having this moment, where I totally, completely and utterly loathe my duty station. Now, no worries, this feeling is fleeting and will melt with the snow, but for right now, I totally get how people can hate their duty stations.
I was at a playdate with “mixed company.”
That’s the running joke we have here in our small military town when you have a gathering that involves military and non-military families together.
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