Most people know I'm a military spouse. My husband is in the Air Force. My Mom was in the Air Force. So I'm used to this lifestyle. Some people don't understand what it's like to be a military spouse so I decided to share my views.
So here we go....
--You'll Be Told "We have to move in two months," at any given moment. This happened when we were stationed in Nebraska. I was all settled in, especially because they had just opened a Target right by our house, and then Tom came home and was like, "I got orders. To England."
--The other military spouses might not like you. For ridiculous reasons. We moved here and I met the other wives of the people my husband worked with. One kept giving me the stink eye for no reason! I later found out from another wife that it's because she thought I was weird. Well, hello, I am weird. What's also amusing is she goes around saying she doesn't like drama--yet she's usually in the middle of it.
--If you live on base housing, you'll be in charge of plants in the front yard even if you've explained to housing that you kill all plants. If the plants look bad, you'll get a citation for it. If you get so many citations, you'll be kicked off of base housing. I'm surprised this hasn't happened to me yet. I think we came close in Wyoming. It seemed I got a new citation every week. "Sir!" I'd plead on the phone, "I don't like plants!" I guess he took pity on me.
--Your spouse will come and say, "I have orders to deploy. I'll be gone for most of the year." Or the entire year. It doesn't matter if you had vacation plans or if someone is graduating/doing a recital/starting Kindergarten. Your spouse will probably miss a lot of key moments. It'll just be you, taking care of the kids/the house/the angry cat.
--Oh and when your spouse goes? Everything will break. You'll feel like you're at your breaking point many times.
--Sometimes you won't be able to even leave the military base because of an exercise. See, the base will sometimes shut down the gates to practice what would happen if a crazy person/terrorist/Tara Reid got in. Or they'll go over what would happen if a bomb was left or some other explosive device. Sometimes the base closes down because a vehicle DID run the gate and they have to find said vehicle. Sometimes there's a missing kid. This means if you have an appointment off base, it's too bad. I was supposed to meet a friend for dinner and couldn't leave the base. I was an hour late. She understood since she's also a military wife, but it still can get frustrating.
---You'll probably embarrass yourself in front of your spouse's superiors at least once. Tom is enlisted, which means all officers are technically above him, even if Tom has been in longer. And no, I don't appreciate the officer jokes that they sit behind a desk because it's not true. My Mom retired as a Colonel and worked her butt off. She wasn't behind a desk all the time. Anyway. At the Christmas party I did trip on my high heels. In front of a Lt. Colonel who probably thought I was drunk.
So, be honest? Want to be a military spouse?
And if you are one, have you experienced any of these?
Friday, May 9, 2014
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Things That Annoy Me Thursday: Not Getting Excited For Birthdays
I get excited when it's my birthday.
I mean, yes, I do think, "Man, I'm getting old."
But I also think, "Presents! Cake! I don't have to cook!"
Tom's birthday was Tuesday.
This is how he feels about birthdays:
He just sits there and acts like it's just another day.
It's not!
He doesn't care that there's presents!
He doesn't care that there's cake!
He doesn't care that he doesn't have to cook (probably because I usually do it anyway. But still!)
I set up a fabulous table with presents on top and he wasn't even itching to open any of them.
"Aren't you EXCITED?" I asked.
He said he'd wait until after dinner to open them.
AFTER DINNER!
I'm ready to open presents the second I wake up.
He ended up having a good birthday. I think.
More details will come on Monday's blog post.
But seriously.
When it's your birthday, you should be like this:
Presents. Cake. Not having to cook.
Hello!
I mean, yes, I do think, "Man, I'm getting old."
But I also think, "Presents! Cake! I don't have to cook!"
Tom's birthday was Tuesday.
This is how he feels about birthdays:
He just sits there and acts like it's just another day.
It's not!
He doesn't care that there's presents!
He doesn't care that there's cake!
He doesn't care that he doesn't have to cook (probably because I usually do it anyway. But still!)
I set up a fabulous table with presents on top and he wasn't even itching to open any of them.
"Aren't you EXCITED?" I asked.
He said he'd wait until after dinner to open them.
AFTER DINNER!
I'm ready to open presents the second I wake up.
He ended up having a good birthday. I think.
More details will come on Monday's blog post.
But seriously.
When it's your birthday, you should be like this:
Presents. Cake. Not having to cook.
Hello!
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Hey, It's Okay Tuesday!
I got this idea from Glamour magazine. They have a section called Hey, It’s Okay and will list a bunch of things to be okay about. You're welcome to join in and do something like this on your blog. Doesn't have to be on a Tuesday either. Just make sure you link up and that the post you link up is a Hey, It's Okay Post. Grab the button if you'd like!
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To hope Tom has a good birthday--it's today! I offered to make him something but he said, "Maybe we could just go out?" I'm really not the best cook.
To appreciate all the comments I received from my What I Learned From Living With Someone With Autism post.
To be working on organizing my garage. It's not going well. I posted a picture of the inside on Instagram and...yeah...it's pretty scary.
To have already requested what I want to do on Mother's Day: go to Krispy Kreme, pig out, and then go to Hu Hot for lunch and pig out there as well. And then shop at the mall without Tom complaining.
To hope I also get s'mores over the weekend. I remembered to pick up wood for the fire pit.
To really want to see the new Seth MacFarlane movie A Million Ways To Die In The West. He also made Ted. Oh, and that little show called Family Guy. I like his humor. It can get crude, but then again, so can I. The movie comes out May 30th and unfortunately, Tom will be away at NCOA.
To have bought this Poo Dough because it amused me. And my kids. My husband was all, "Oh, geez."

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To hope Tom has a good birthday--it's today! I offered to make him something but he said, "Maybe we could just go out?" I'm really not the best cook.
To appreciate all the comments I received from my What I Learned From Living With Someone With Autism post.
To be working on organizing my garage. It's not going well. I posted a picture of the inside on Instagram and...yeah...it's pretty scary.
To have already requested what I want to do on Mother's Day: go to Krispy Kreme, pig out, and then go to Hu Hot for lunch and pig out there as well. And then shop at the mall without Tom complaining.
To hope I also get s'mores over the weekend. I remembered to pick up wood for the fire pit.
To really want to see the new Seth MacFarlane movie A Million Ways To Die In The West. He also made Ted. Oh, and that little show called Family Guy. I like his humor. It can get crude, but then again, so can I. The movie comes out May 30th and unfortunately, Tom will be away at NCOA.
To have bought this Poo Dough because it amused me. And my kids. My husband was all, "Oh, geez."
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