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Never A Dull Moment

My house is crazy. Sometimes it's fun crazy and sometimes it's dinner is still on the table at midnight crazy. Crazy is exciting most of the time, but crazy can also be stressful.

Last month was mostly dinner on the table at midnight crazy. It was stressful and hectic and ever changing. I will rewind to around June. CJ was told he would be going to another training. This time it would be around 3 months long, and he would leave in October. Hahahahaha. Funny joke Army. October came and the training was pushed to November then late January. Once January rolled around it was pushed back again to the end of March.

Now that history is been given, I present you with the dumpster fire (fun phrase that one should not use in a work meeting to describe how a case is progressing) that was last month. Once March hit CJ's commander decided he NEEDED him in the state, and the powers that be were convinced to pull him from the training. This was bad since the training also put CJ in a great position for his full-time job. Let's just say he didn't take the news well. Because it sounds better than he was f$&@$?! irate and paced in the garage all evening. The next day, he made a few phone calls and got the answers and ammo he needed to begin his attack.

I've said it before, but it bears repeating. When CJ goes for something he rarely doesn't get it. Soooo.....he called the big powers that be and made his case. The next day he was back on for training and the orders to move him out of the unit with commander I-can't-do-my-job-without-you were being signed. Yeah!

So by mid month he was going again, but his orders were getting all messed up. He called and called and called with no answers other than we almost have them cut. Guess what dumbo? Almost cut doesn't cut it when you've got to prepare kids, notify your job, transfer equipment, pack and be at a base 17 hours away in a week. Who does this to another human? CJ was supposed to leave on Sunday, but on Thursday he still had NO ORDERS. They were in stage 4....whatever that means. On Friday he drove to head quarters and waited about 5 hours before he had orders in hand. That left Saturday to get all of his work equipment turned in, pack for 3 months, and spend time with us. Thanks again Army for adding a little more crazy to our lives.

Military spouses embrace the crazy. We thrive on pressure and roll with it when long-term plans change 5 times in 1 day. Here's to all of us dancing to trolls with the kids while supper burns in the oven. I wouldn't have it any other way!


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