I know I’ve been ridiculous lately. I feel like the only thing I ever talk about is moving when I’m on the phone with my friends. I can hear it in their voices, as they trail off to mental sleep during the conversation. There is only so much you can hear someone whine about the same crap.
But like a crack addict, I can’t help myself, so I’m going to bore y’all.
Back last summer, Andy made the decision to submit his packet for recruiting duty. This was a topic of discussion during his whole deployment, but not an easy decision to make. Andy is a “hooah” infantry type. "Go infantry, or go home," has been his mantra since he joined the army 13 years ago.
But then things changed.
He realized he was missing out on knowing his kids.
He had to get hearing aids at 32, because his hearing was shot after working out at Sniper School for 3 years.
And he missed the hell out of his awesomely hot wife, who makes it a pleasure just to be alive.
He realized that his body isn’t going to withstand this abuse for another 7+ years and leave him able to work when he retires from the Army.
So he submitted his recruiting packet, which would be the Golden Ticket to sleeping in his own bed, almost every night for a 3 year period. It means no more missed birthdays or holidays. It means not having to go to bed wondering if he was shot at or mortared. It also means, we will be living in some normal, non-military community where he works 9-6(roughly) instead of 5am-7pm. After 13 years putting the army first, we come first this time. Don't get me wrong...I know that the army has to come first, so I hold no resentments. If you honestly believe otherwise, you will have a rude awakening as a military wife. But for the first time, we will be a real life civilian-esque family.
We didn’t expect to hear back so soon. He submitted his paperwork in July, and in September, we got orders for him to go to recruiting school in March. The problem was, they don’t tell you where the hell you are going. You have to choose 9 “regions”, some of which cover multiple states. Our choices, in order are:
Fresno, CA (Covering from Santa Barbara all the way north to Southern San Francisco)
Miami, FL (Covering from Vero Beach down to the Keys, including Puerto Rico and the Virgin Islands)
Tampa, FL (Covering from Ocala to Daytona Beach, over through Orlando and the Tampa/Sarasota area)
Sacramento, CA (Covering North San Francisco up to southern Oregon and western Nevada)
San Diego, CA(Covering from Barstow to San Diego, excluding LA)
Jacksonville, FL (Covering north Florida and the panhandle, all of Georgia and southern South Carolina)
Mid-Atlantic (Including New Jersey and Delaware)
Harrisburg (The entire state of PA)
Baltimore(Maryland and DC)
So, we could be moving…IN 4 MONTHS!!!!! To any of these places. I have had to sit here since September, waiting to find out what freaken state I am even going to. Now he leaves in 3 weeks for recruiting school and STILL no word.
We are hoping to find out this week, but even after we find out which region, we might not have a chance to find out the city until we get there. That part is largely unknown until we can find out the region and make some phone calls.
Do you see why I am crazy? The recruiter told us last night that we might know tomorrow…so you know I’ve got a one track mind.
In other odd news…
I have still had pain in my jaw on one side since the wisdom teeth came out. Not severe, but enough that I still have to take ibuprofen. So last night, I was eating PB on toast and I felt the ridge of bone shift. I ended up pulling 3 large chunks of bone out of my gums!!! But the relief was instant. I guess I didn’t have dry socket..it was just these bone fragments down in my gums causing me the pain. Unbelieveable.
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