Man deployments are hard… They reek havoc on the military member and their families with no thought of the aftermath. You never know how vital your spouse is to the functionality of your household until they are far away and can only interject via email, and I don’t mean normal quick email. I mean slow decrepit email that takes days or weeks for a response because who knows if they are even receiving emails at this time. In typical deployment fashion Murphy’s Law goes into affect the minute the the deployment starts. If you aren’t sick, someone soon will be. If all of your appliances work, man I hope you have a back up plan (this includes all household units such as air conditioners and hot water heaters). If you’re a parent, you essentially become a single parent overnight gaining an instant appreciation for all single parents everywhere. If you know me, by nature I am a bit, um, OCD to say the least. I have to have a plan with a plan and another plan in place for that plan. Deployment scoffs at all of my plans. I have changed my mothers plane ticket twice ($200+) each time, let me say though there is no price put on the amount of help that she has given us. So far with 3 pets only one vet visit and hey that’s a win. Within two week of deployment starting we have had to change little dudes preschool due to as usual, unforeseen circumstances causing a whirlwind effect in our house that has brought in a whole new season here.
At first it seemed like an, oh my God disaster, not ever two weeks after putting on my big girl deployment panties we have to change preschools, cut work hours, revamp our entire daily schedule to accommodate this new school, factor and squish in graduate school hours and assignments(yes dear neighbor because I am crazy), take a hard look at needs and wants, find a sitter to accommodate new working hours that not only work for me and little dude but work for her as well (she’s a blessing by the way), and “where the hell am I going to find time to work out?!” Yes, I know that the working out may seem trivial in all of the confusion but truly its the key to my success and for those of you who don’t know, one of my many goals is to have a very good grasp on my weight and my health before the hubs arrives home. With all these new changes that felt like a sudden sucker punch to the gut, I though “well hell, I am never going to be able to accomplish all of this?!”
After a big cry and an even bigger sulk, I put on my proverbial big girl panties and made a plan. What originally seemed like a giant punch in the face is now what I realize a beautiful blessing. Through all of the gunk I have have chosen to see how beautiful this new set up will be. I will be spending butt loads more time with this amazing little dude who is a combination of all the things I love about myself and my husband which keeps my love close to us even when he is away. With time management in place I can make more time for the things I love and need. Don’t get me wrong this is tough but I choose to make it work and I choose to make the best out of an otherwise blah situation because I choose to be a positive example for my little dude to grow up with.