So I really did it! I gave it a lot of thought & asked for lots of feedback and here it is! My first real blog post! I'm global ya'll! Before I go any further, I must ask that you keep your arms & legs in the cart until the ride has come to a complete stop. Also, this is MY blog. If you are all judgey & crap, click out of this now because chances are you will be offended. And I won't care!
My reasoning for this blog is to vent and to avoid going to therapy. I am officially "the one left behind". My husband is enroute to Afghanistan for a 365 deployment which is actually 366, thank you leap year, FML. We were getting set to retire & they said "Oh hey! This just came down". To make things worse, I am a gimp. Or what the Air Force likes to call an Exceptional Family Member. I have more specialists than the law allows and they still can't help me with my pain. Again...FML. I guess the majority of my rants will be medically related since that is all the hell I am able to do now...go to the doctor.
My goal is to get on here and raise hell every day. The timing of this deployment couldn't be any worse! BTW- since I am a chronic pain sufferer, I have more reason to whine, curse, cry & be obnoxious. Those are the rules. My rules are the only ones that count here. They are common sense but most of the folks I know don't get it and need a reminder. So there. And another thing...don't correct my grammar. I know it sucks and again, I don't care. I also ramble a whole lot & again...don't care. I always dreamed of being a writer, "I'm an excellent writer", and I guess this little ole blog will give me that chance.
Back to the military portion, since they are the reason for all of this banter. My husband, Chuck, is a Tech Sergeant with the USAF. I'm damn proud of him. I am his wife but the AF is his mistress so therefore I have the right to bitch about that too. We are stationed at Tinker AFB, Oklahoma City, OK. But we prefer to call it "Stinker". We don't have our follow on assignment yet and since they always screw us in the drive-thru & the fact that he isn't an ass-kisser, we probably won't have it until a month before he is due back in the states. Why? Because we are schlep rocks & that's how we roll. So once again, I am left behind. My baby is turning 19 in february so this deployment is unlike any other one I have been through. I was explaining it to my aunt earlier & the breakdown is really simple. When you are a mom & have small ones to raise & deal with, it is easier to hold it all together. Some might argue this with me but it is true. Yes it sucks that little ones are missing valuable time with their Dad or Mom, whoever is deployed, but technology has come along way and unless they are at some shit hole with no internet, keeping in touch is a whole hell of a lot easier than it used to be! Little ones keep your head above water so much better than these damn grown kids! With a smaller one, you immediately jump into the 2 parent role. You have the incentive & motivation to crawl your unhappy ass out of bed & take care of business. Or you should! I do know some that don't but that is their mistake! They learn what they live & if you sit around and cry & moan, that's what they will do. You have to do it all and become a single parent and make sure they are okay & surviving this deployment as well. Be a hero to them. They deserve it. I have learned in 3 days that it might not be all rosey when the kids are smaller but it beats the hell out of them being grown! I don't have a reason to get up. He does all that stuff all by himself! School & work! And the role reversal is odd to me. My son has always stepped up to the plate when we are left behind. He is a military brat & a southern gentleman! We did good! He has also seen my health declining and it breaks his heart but he does what he can for me. I wish I could come up with a way to share a conversation of ours with ya'll. It's a riot! We both have odd, dry sense of humors & at times, we are hard to keep up with. We like it like that. Almost like a secret club and we don't like people so no one is allowed in. So anyway. I'm having a hard time getting my bearings with this one and finding out where I belong. It's gonna take me a bit but I hope this blog will help.
I realize that it is almost 3:00am and maybe I should try to get some sleep. I have huge sleep issues as well as a weird form of Pica so sometimes I have cleaning products out at all hours of the night just going to town! LMAO You would think my house would be clean. It's cluttered and lived in and that is how we like it. Don't judge me. I will pick this up tomorrow. It's going to be beneficial I believe! Thank God Chuck got me a new laptop for Christmas....
