What's going on in my life?

Well, since you asked...

I am preparing for my move to Georgia, which is in 45 days! 45 days? ACK! I am nowhere near ready. You would think after spending my entire life as a military dependent that I would have this moving thing down pat. But honestly, the only thing I've mastered is moving time procrastination. I need boxes, I need space bags for my clothes, I need to finish all the projects I've promised myself I'd do before the move- like recovering a love seat and ottoman, refurbishing a large 3 person swing and creating all new cushions and canopy for said swing, making a shell framed mirror, a tassel for a friends daughter... The list goes on and on but I'll stop now because all this is giving me a stomach ache.

Normally the Navy comes and packs up my stuff. And luckily most of the large items are in Georgia already, but since Mr. Sassy Pants and I were separated and are now reconciling we have to do this move on our own, the Navy isn't helping (even though 8 years of Special Ops certainly paved the road to our separation).  Ugh. And quite honestly, I think the Navy would probably rather we didn't reconcile, and considers dependents a huge burden but thats a whole other blog post...  *sigh*

So, today I am working on the canopy for the swing. I finished creating the pattern and cutting all the pieces last night. Now the sewing begins. And hopefully, i can squeeze in some laundry and a shower in there  at some point, because I really really need a clean body and clean clothes. Im starting to resemble a wild animal.

So, wish me luck. And if you see a woman drowning in a sea of fabric and stuff that should be in boxes already? Don't worry, its just me, and life as an Army daughter and Navy wife have fully prepared me to handle just such an occasion.

A Little Pink in a World of Camo: Memorial

A word of warning: if your husband is deployed, or about to be deployed, dont venture any further into your post.

For the rest of you: go visit the link below. Im not even going to try to put anything into words about this- just go read it. And if you aren't in tears at the end, you aren't human.

This womans husband gave everything to his country, his own life. Her ability and willingness to continue to blog in the days that followed his death is tremendously courageous.

Just read it. Please.

A Little Pink in a World of Camo: Memorial

Sacrifices and being a military wife

The life of a military wife is tough. Its not for sissies. My husband, who is a Navy diver, and I have been married 10 years. And to be honest, we came thisclose to getting divorced this year. Thank God we were able to work things out. 


There are many things that make a military marriage difficult: 


 There are the obvious problems that come with being apart so often the fear and stress of having the love of your life constantly in danger,  the anger and resentment that comes with the realization that your husbands job and all that it demands must come first- if you planned on having a career you may find it stunted or killed altogether. For me this was the toughest part. Growing apart. Two people who spend more time apart than they spend together, may find when they do come back together that their goals and dreams have changed. This happened to my husband and I- it created animosity, resentment and all sorts of other emotions that slowly poisoned our marriage. Reconciling has taken some big compromises on both sides. 


But the darkest obstacle (and the one military wives rarely talk about as if we fear it will happen if we speak about it )is the fear you will be widowed. I've had many nightmares that my husband is killed, and in those nightmares I felt a terrible pain in the knowledge I would be spending the rest of my life alone, raising our son, without the love of my life.  I've been reading A Little Pink in a World of Camo which is the blog of a widowed Marine wife.  Originally, she was just blogging about the deployment of her husband to Afghanistan, but 2 weeks into that deployment her husband was killed. Reading her blog is heartbreaking, but it forces me to remember that I am so lucky to have my husband, and that out there in the world are many women who would love the opportunity to be angry at her husband, to hold him again, to even have the opportunity to grow apart. Reading her blog makes me appreciate my own position. The blog is truly inspiring and heartbreaking, and Mrs. P is a brave woman to share this time with us. 


If you are married, kiss your husband when you see him next, for all the women who can not kiss their own loves.  


And Mr. Sassy Pants, I love you and I am proud of you. And I am so happy you are still in my life *kisses*