I’ve been in such denial. Like, capital “D” DENIAL. Sea Duty is just an ugly memory. I’m  in la-la shore duty land. I see flowers and rainbows. That is all. And, it’s amazing. Wait, it’s more than amazing. It’s freakin’ fantabulous ( That would be fantastic and fabulous all rolled into one). Everything is better for me on shore. The kids don’t seem to stress me, life is easy to balance, and marriage is fun!

My husband is even more attractive than usual. Seriously. Normally, I find him pretty sexy, but he’s home all the time. That makes me happy.  I’m able to talk to him anytime I want. This makes me the happiest. He does the yard work. That’s hot. He is plays with the kids and is an amazing Dad. That’s even hotter. He has planned date nights. His hotness went through the roof.

Fast forward to today. It’s time to discuss orders. He has temporary orders, but isn’t sure about them. Depending on what orders we take will decide the next four years of our life (at least). I, frankly would just like to know when he has to report. I’d like to know if I’m spending Christmas alone and if I should start making plans for 3 instead of 4. I’d like to know if I can sign up for the classes I was going to take or if I should be looking at housing across the globe. I’d really like to know if we are staying or going?! I want to start preparing the kids, but not sooner than I have to. There isn’t one milspouse parent that can glorify those talks…the tears…the unanswerable questions, concerns and needs. Continue reading →