News! I have news!

My dh made it into the school!

We will remain here until early next summer and then PCS, no trying to get moved over the holidays. We don’t have to worry about command sponsorship, we will have time to sell our house, we won’t have to worry about our dogs. I won’t have to massage my dh’s injured ego. A huge sigh of relief.

I am slightly disappointed we won’t be going to Korea (as I knew I would be). We will be returning to a post we have lived at previously, here in the South. I have good memories of there, but it will be decidedly less exciting than moving across the world. I am going to have to invent some adventures so that I don’t bore ya’ll to tears.

It feels so good to just know.

Let the planning begin!

Sinking feeling

My dh contacted his branch this week and they claim that the list of who made it into the school will be released by next week. We knew it would be in the neighborhood of Thanksgiving, so that’s about right.

We have been assured by various and sundry people that it’s pretty much a done deal. That he’ll be getting in. But suddenly over the past few days I have had this horrible sinking feeling. Let me count the reasons why….

• His orders were cut for Korea and they still are unaccompanied. Our paperwork for command sponsorship was submitted, but it’s lost somewhere between here and there in “processing” (argh).
• The job he will most likely get there will not be in Seoul. So while the dutchkid and I are there, he will be somewhere else on the peninsula, hopefully able to come home on the weekends (not exactly what we had hoped for).
• The prospect of trying to get my household ready for an overseas move in less than 3 months (and over the holidays, no less) is more than a little daunting.
• The housing market here has fallen some, and I’m worried about getting our money out of this house.

Dh tells me over and over that it will all be ok. He still has a warm fuzzy about all of this. Which is surprising, because the Army has screwed with us a time or two. Truthfully, I’ve been waffling on which place would be better for us. Korea has a lot of benefits, and if the school comes through some small part of me will be disappointed we’ll be missing out on the adventure. One of the biggest advantages is that he will not be deployed to the Middle East again for at least 2 years. I’ll take him on the weekends as opposed to absent again for 12-15 months.

I know that I need to put on my big girl panties and deal with this. Lots of families are dealing with much worse than just the agony of waiting. He is home. I just have that feeling. I hope I’m wrong.

The plot thickens

After the holiday weekend my dh found out that the job he had his eye on in Korea is gone. When he called branch to find out what was going on they told him now they are putting him in a different, unaccompanied Korea slot. We can apply for command sponsorship, and have been assured that it’s not a big deal to have your family sponsored, but it still makes me worried. (Command sponsorship means me and the dutchkid can go with him). I have learned over the past few years that sometimes the branch manager just makes stuff up. Just like the current job my dh has was supposed to be actually on a plane. Right. We can hear the planes, does that count?

It’s all sort of sticky because he is waiting to hear whether or not he got into a school he applied for. The school would take precedence over any other orders he has. It would be great, it’s at a post that we enjoyed being at previously, a great opportunity, etc. etc. But we must wait several more months to see if he made it… I am worried that if he doesn’t get in we will be forced to choose from the (crap) assignments that are left. He just came home from a year deployment, we should be “safe” from him deploying immediately again, theoretically speaking. He is to receive his official request for orders for the new unaccompanied Korea job in the next few days, and then we can start working the CS angle. Maybe that will make me feel better.

One day at a time, as they say. As long as I don’t lose my mind in the meantime.