WARNING: Venting session, yes its long, and drawn out, but isn’t that what a blog is essentially for..? that’s right, venting. begin:
So in going into this, I don’t know why, but I thought WE would be different; WE would be the exception to the always expected flaws of the military. Now, Although of course stressed, at the same time, I can really only chuckle at my once naive thoughts.
As I posted last, we received our orders. YAY! so then the fun begins of trying to organize our flights, and travel itinerary. Well. you would think, ok easy enough. get a flight. boom. your there. NOT…
One word. DOGS. now, don’t get me wrong, i will do anything for my pets, but boy do they complicate things… back to that later.
Our first order of business was to schedule our move dates. Hubby called over to schedule. BOOM. dates made. easy. On to the next thing, arrange our departure date out of Baltimore; called. boom. we thought we were golden. wrong.
Apparently, we did not in fact get our flight confirmed…. and long story short, no more flight space available for us and our 2 DOGS. so…. big deal, just get on the next flight you say? well of course. sign us up!…. well… not so fast! apparently the next available space wasn’t until… drum roll please……. the date J has to report by. F&%!
What does this mean? well.. this ladies and gentleman means that J will need to leave before me, in order to report by his order date in time. so THIS lady, will have to travel to a foreign country… by herself, because we have to get these DOGS on this flight. GAH>>>>>……. can you just envision a short little lady, traipsing through multiple airports, with oodles of luggage, and TWO (LARGE) DOG kennels…. trying to stay on time, meanwhile the hubby has to just hop a plane and BAM. he’s there. Did i mention that additionally, we found out that i will have to drive our car to Seattle to drop it off to ship it overseas? Yup. gotta do that too. by myself. with the DOGS. Alone.
Well. I had to cry just a little when this news came, as this task seemed so daunting to me. then I had to play a little pity me party with myself for the remainder of the day. Why cant we all go together? as a family. Why do I now have to do this ALONE? Why is the AF not more accommodating? I thought we were going to have this fun traveling adventure, just us, flying for the first time together, getting drool on each other’s shoulders as we travel side by side etc.
Why can’t things just go right this ONE TIME….why why why….. wah wah wah…..!
Being that it’s now the day after, I’ve had some time to reflect, and evaluate my “naive thoughts” I had referenced at the beginning. ——- Megan, what made you think you were so special? This is not the end of the world. Everyone who has to PCS usually ALWAYS has a horror story, problems arise, everything changed last minute, etc. WELCOME TO THE MILITARY.
And then it hit me, and I feel as though iIve almost “made it” (so to speak) as a military wife now. Experiencing the unpleasantness of relocating.
Well now that I’ve had time to accept all that is going around me, I can now plan and prepare for what I will need to do as a key player in our first PCS. This is MY important role now, being strong, and being able to do things that I might not want to do or feel comfortable with. Everything I do now is for my new family. and therefore it is worth it. so no time to sit and sulk. I mean, whats the point of that really? NOTHING. exactly.
So cue me, getting my act together. STAYING POSITIVE. planning. and planning. and preparing for the worst. I will tackle one thing at a time, and do MY PART in this situation. That is my only option as far as i’m concerned. So I better start now.