Reality
I have been floating along Denial lately, I think.
My cruise came to a screeching halt this morning as I rounded the corner headed to the laundry room with an armload and tripped over bag that wasn't supposed to be there.
With three daughters who can't seem to put anything away and love to carry things around in backpacks, purses, diaper bags, canvas totes or whatever the bag du jour may be, tripping over a bag is not unusual.
The presence of this particular bag is unusual and immediately put a knot in my stomach.
It was a large, over-stuffed, olive drab bag.
For my fellow military spouses, I know I need say nothing more.
For those who have been spared the education to know what was in the bag, it contained husband's downrange gear for his "trip to the desert" as we have been telling the girls.
I have known for a while now that he was leaving, so it is not as if it came as a shock. But, tripping over the bag made it all so real...
My cruise came to a screeching halt this morning as I rounded the corner headed to the laundry room with an armload and tripped over bag that wasn't supposed to be there.
With three daughters who can't seem to put anything away and love to carry things around in backpacks, purses, diaper bags, canvas totes or whatever the bag du jour may be, tripping over a bag is not unusual.
The presence of this particular bag is unusual and immediately put a knot in my stomach.
It was a large, over-stuffed, olive drab bag.
For my fellow military spouses, I know I need say nothing more.
For those who have been spared the education to know what was in the bag, it contained husband's downrange gear for his "trip to the desert" as we have been telling the girls.
I have known for a while now that he was leaving, so it is not as if it came as a shock. But, tripping over the bag made it all so real...
Sending positive thoughts and prayers your way, in hopes the hot and sandy trip is safe and short.
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Oh, how I hated that bag. Take care of yourself and you know where I am if you need an ear to scream in or a shoulder to cry on.
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I hate when the gear starts to crowd in and the reality does too.
Thinking of you and your girls (your hubby too).
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Well boo hoo. You get to sit in your free house IN ITALY!!!!! And we're supposed to feel sorry for you? cry me a river
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Obviously, you sit IN IGNORANCE. Your freedom isn't free. This family is sending their husband/father to a war zone as they have done several times before. You're not supposed to feel sorry for them. You are supposed to be intelligent enough to understand the concept of sacrifice.
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Syd, have you ever sat in a foreign country while your spouse was deployed? If not, just hush. You have no clue what it is like if you haven't done it.
And Madam President, put that darn perfume away. You are attracting the crazies again.
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Wow. Trolls! With warts!
FYI: It's not free. They pay for it in taxes, the small amount of pay they get compared to what he could get in a civilian job, and the stress/worry of a loved one headed to a dangerous area for months on end. Like you would even know or understand such a thing. Bugger off already.
I hope that this deployment passes as quickly as possible for you guys, Michelle.
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I understand and commiserate with the olive bag. I am stuck in Missouri while Vertigo goes to the sand box. he's leaving next week. Good luck!
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Um, wow. You have trolls? You? Nice, sweet, kind hearted Mother of Presidents? Hhhhmmmm ...
Syd, you're a dolt. Sitting in Italy while your spouse is deployed isn't fun. Especially with small children and you getting to be mommy, daddy, and the family rock for those extended members who aren't military folks.
This life ain't always fun, and is never "free". I encourage you to try it for 6-18 months at a go. You know, walk in our combat boots for a while.
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Thanks for sharing your experience here. It talks something very important. I will always visit here and make some comments.
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