An official Greta bitch rant (like there are unofficial ones): Today I paid off the kids’ school meal accounts through the end of this school year (May). I tell the cashier we “might” be moving. Might is such an ambivalent word, it is a hellacious word. This military life position should be called “Military Purgatory” or “Military Hell Limbo!” Maybe someone who sits at a desk and makes up all those rediculous military acronyms should make one for this one. If you aren’t familiar with those acronyms, the military offers classes to spouses about them – really! When I should be rejoicing because we are coming to the end of our life as an active duty family, the “mights” are kicking my butt. Generlly I am not a Type A stress-case (Big Fat Lie #1).
Do I sign the kids up for summer sports camps? Should the house be ready to go on the market? Should I pick up their school records at the end of the year and withdraw them? Should I bother re-painting the wall that bugs me? Should I pre-address those “we’ve moved…again” cards. Lots of nibbles but no big fat bites yet for a job for hubby. It is still early as he can’t really start working until September 1, but not too early for me. I want something locked in NOW!!! Don’t these perspective employers know that if the wife is happy, everyone is happy!
I feel a little better now. If you are a military spouse, family, or even have one of those “keep moving” jobs in your family – you know just where this bitch rant is coming from. I better lighten off of the caffeine and start the alcohol early today! As always, I am happy & smiling while I bitch. If I held it in I would spantaneously combust!