Dh left today. Ordinarily I try not to complain too loudly about his absences, since he’s been home forever by Army standards. So I’ll just say that up front, I know that I don’t have a leg to stand on. However, this is my blog so I’m going to write it anyway.
I wish I knew why it is that The Powers That Be always decide to do endless, apparently pointless, trips in the months leading up to a deployment. I understand the train-ups to a certain degree, but when he comes home and says what a royal waste of time xyz trip was, or when I ask him, “So, what will you be doing?” and in reply he shrugs and says, “Who knows,” I start to get irritated.
When you know deployment is coming, every day is precious. For the kiddo, every milestone or class party, or just plain bedtime that is missed gets under my skin. I know I’m not alone in this, I have heard several wives I know saying the same thing, “I’d rather they were just gone rather than coming and going all the time.”
So see here, Big Green. If you’re going to take my husband away on TDY at least have it mean something. Are you ready because here it comes, my mantra: SOMEDAY WHEN I RUN THE ARMY…
Please let me be your assistant when you run the Army, I have a few ideas on how to make it run a LOT smoother!
Gunner is in school or he would be gone right now. Then JRTC, then this and that, then deployment. Ugh!
Oh I think I might right a book on how to run the Army. And I hate when they take them away and it doesn’t even seem like it was for a good reason.
Ugh! I hear you! Mine is tagged for a deployment that keeps getting dates and destinations changed (part of the deal when your special skills are severely undermanned in all the services). And he is TDY constantly because his boss wants to use him as much as he can before he goes.
When I ask him what he’s doing he says, “sharpening pencils”, or “just schmoozing”.
I’ve gotten to that point where I’ve just thrown up my hands and said, “Whatever!” I’m treating life like we’re in deployment mode for the rest of the darn year.
p.s. Whoo. I didn’t mean to go on. Guess I had that bottled up.
It boggles the mind doesn’t it? You’re left wondering who makes the decisions. Especially when you’re trying to savor every precious minute. Good luck to you and your family.
Amen!
I feel you on this. Scout is in the field most of March, in Louisiana all of April, and leaving for Afganistan in August. I could cope with all of these annoyances if his troop was organized enough to actually let their soldiers off in time for dinner and before Tucker’s bedtime during the weeks that they are actually here! (Particularly when I ask, “Why are you getting home so late?” and he replies, “Because so-and-so decided at 1700 that we needed to clean the motor pool”). ARGH.