Two Examples

I like plans. I like knowing what is happening this evening, tomorrow, and next week.

I don't like surprises. Or moving.

So, it's ironic that I'm married to the military. It's certainly not something I took lightly. And, going into it, I knew that he would sometimes be deployed for months or even a year. I expected "he'd be gone a lot." While I hated it, I knew we'd move often. What I didn't expect (and what absolutely no one mentioned to me) is that every single day is a different schedule. I don't know what time he goes in till the night before and I don't know what time he comes home till he comes home.

Most military families do not have to deal with that part of it. Sure, if their spouse is a work-a-holic they might have some of that and if their relief doesn't show up they're stuck there, but most Air Force personnel work shift work. You know they're 7:30 to 4:30 or 10 to 5 or whatever.

I will say that his current position is much preferred over his student position. He can take leave now, and he has "general" estimates for when he has to be at work and for when he comes home. (And by "general," I'm guessing he's close a smidgen more than half the time. And by "general," I mean "early" or "evening.")

It gets old.

Fast.

Slowly, I've let a lot of my anger about that go. I'd even go so far as to say that I can go several weeks without being bothered by it (which, come on, is a huge improvement from daily).

So, it's pisses me all the more when "something" comes up. Like working on Sunday. Having class rescheduled for Valentine's Day. You know, things like that.

I know he didn't decide to work Sunday, and I know he didn't decide to reschedule his class for Valentine's Day (the first Valentine's Day we've actually had a babysitter). But still. It's his job. It's his school. We have to live here because of his job. He goes to school because of his job.

When you're just some lame stay-at-home mom, it sometimes annoying to see his life dominate our life every single time.

- And REALLY (I mean, REALLY) don't bother to say ANYTHING if it's along the lines of "Well, you knew what you were getting into." or "You married into the military, what did you expect?" Because that's REALLY (did I mention REALLY?) not going to be helpful. Because REALLY, if you say something like that ... I hope you have a REALLY great imagination of me reaching through the internet and strangling you ;) Sometimes a person just needs to throw it out there and vent, all right? I'm not divorcing him over this or screaming or anything else. I'm just pissed off. Geez.