Today is day number one of this, “let’s live apart for 8 months while we fight for our foster daughter” thing we’re going through. It sucks. It’s hard. It feels like someone sucked the light out of my little world, and even worse, it’s raining. How cliché is that? But after all the times he’s left, I just feel numb to it all.

Amazing how a couple weeks can go by and I can go from the highest of highs and then quickly fall flat on my face.

A month into our new, packed schedule and I feel like I may have bitten off more than I can chew. It doesn’t help that this is a very busy time of year for my husband. But in this lifestyle when isn’t it?

Samantha Mahon is preparing to PCS next year.

With two little boys, two large dogs, and a husband who has dragged her up and down the East Coast during his Navy career, she’s got a lot to juggle.

Toys. Furniture. Family records. Bees.

Three whole hives of them, to be exact.

We’ve all been there … trying to get through the gate. Sometimes we’re late, sometimes we’re sick, sometimes we just have screaming children in the backseat and the need to just get home.  Inevitably, those are the days we will be stuck in the line behind “that guy.”
 

You know “that guy.” He’s the one that tried rolling onto your installation without the proper ID and holds up progress for every single person ready to continue their day.