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Managed to surprise even myself with today's record setting mood shifts.
Spent the day with watching Baby C with Alex (and his niece and nephew, cause if we've already got one at the park... why not add two more). Wasn't as hectic as I'd imagined it would have been. Managed to have fun when everyone found one thing to play with and was willing to sit still (relatively) for more than five minutes at a time. The sand box and the fountain were particular favorites.
Then DH called to let me know that he still hasn't started looking for a house. I panicked (hello, mood shift number one of several) as he graduates in TWELVE DAYS and I seem to be the only person bothered by that. Today I heard "Oh, usually the soldier lives at the new base for a month or so and finds proper housing for the family and then everyone moves." My response, "Wait, if he's living on base somewhere... doesn't that mean that I don't get a housing payment? And if I don't have a job because we don't know when I'll be moving, how am I supposed to pay the rent?" To which I heard, "Well, that's just how things are usually done."
Umm... no.
However, once the initial panic attack had worn off, I came up with a plan. It's a good plan.
DH graduates on the 21st. He reports for duty on the 2nd. I have been working like a dog to pack lately and, frankly, I'm only half-way through the kitchen. So, I propose that DH stays on base for a few days, spends those days of leave finding us housing (since he's ON LEAVE, he should be able to LEAVE THE DAMN BASE) and set up the utilities. Also, there are these things that I, as a lowly spouse, do not know about in regards to our housing situation. Things about the electricity, etc. Therefore, I couldn't do anything even if I had the time to drive down to OK and find a place on my own.
So, DH stays down there until he finds us a place, then he takes the bus back here... where I have refused to pack anything other than my unmentionables and Alan Rickman photo (Bum Fafers aren't getting their hands on my Rickman) and we spend a day or so in happy married bliss. Then the Army pays some one to come in and pack up all our crap because I'm annoyed with them and I just don't want to do it anymore. Then, hubby and I drive down to our new home.
Hopefully we will have enough time to drive back for Halloween. If not, then I will be terribly unhappy, but I guess I will live (and come up the weekend after that to visit).
See, good plan.
Now all I have to do is find a way to let him know what the plan is.
Also, going along with my plan not to worry about packing the house (I'll do what I do and poo on the rest) I have decided to go to the Ren Fest in the morning, which meant thirty minutes of frantic scrambling to find my garb.
Hope the bodice still fits. Otherwise it's the velvet and vinyl dress that's not exactly period. Looks good, though.
Spent the day with watching Baby C with Alex (and his niece and nephew, cause if we've already got one at the park... why not add two more). Wasn't as hectic as I'd imagined it would have been. Managed to have fun when everyone found one thing to play with and was willing to sit still (relatively) for more than five minutes at a time. The sand box and the fountain were particular favorites.
Then DH called to let me know that he still hasn't started looking for a house. I panicked (hello, mood shift number one of several) as he graduates in TWELVE DAYS and I seem to be the only person bothered by that. Today I heard "Oh, usually the soldier lives at the new base for a month or so and finds proper housing for the family and then everyone moves." My response, "Wait, if he's living on base somewhere... doesn't that mean that I don't get a housing payment? And if I don't have a job because we don't know when I'll be moving, how am I supposed to pay the rent?" To which I heard, "Well, that's just how things are usually done."
Umm... no.
However, once the initial panic attack had worn off, I came up with a plan. It's a good plan.
DH graduates on the 21st. He reports for duty on the 2nd. I have been working like a dog to pack lately and, frankly, I'm only half-way through the kitchen. So, I propose that DH stays on base for a few days, spends those days of leave finding us housing (since he's ON LEAVE, he should be able to LEAVE THE DAMN BASE) and set up the utilities. Also, there are these things that I, as a lowly spouse, do not know about in regards to our housing situation. Things about the electricity, etc. Therefore, I couldn't do anything even if I had the time to drive down to OK and find a place on my own.
So, DH stays down there until he finds us a place, then he takes the bus back here... where I have refused to pack anything other than my unmentionables and Alan Rickman photo (Bum Fafers aren't getting their hands on my Rickman) and we spend a day or so in happy married bliss. Then the Army pays some one to come in and pack up all our crap because I'm annoyed with them and I just don't want to do it anymore. Then, hubby and I drive down to our new home.
Hopefully we will have enough time to drive back for Halloween. If not, then I will be terribly unhappy, but I guess I will live (and come up the weekend after that to visit).
See, good plan.
Now all I have to do is find a way to let him know what the plan is.
Also, going along with my plan not to worry about packing the house (I'll do what I do and poo on the rest) I have decided to go to the Ren Fest in the morning, which meant thirty minutes of frantic scrambling to find my garb.
Hope the bodice still fits. Otherwise it's the velvet and vinyl dress that's not exactly period. Looks good, though.
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And have a good time at the Ren Fest!