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One of the interesting things about being a military house spouse is the conception some people have that you have nothing to do all day. What a load of BS. Keeping up with all the details takes time, and yes I do like to write about the different characters that pop into my head.
In a couple of weeks it's time to head out, so it will be pack and ship time for those odds and ends we've collected in five months, getting the Postal and trailer ready toth luck the kats won't be too upset load, and taking the rest of our temporary 'camp' gear down to ACS so another family new to the area won't have to lay out a ton of money the first two weeks they're here.
I look forward to driving east with the owner, even though (as usual) it's a bit of last minute planning -- keeps me on my toes. Reminds me, need to talk to wonderful Mom about the next voyage, should be interesting. With luck the kat's won't be too upset about hitting the road again, like that's going to happen LOL
In The Beginning: I worked. Good jobs, not so good jobs, really rotten jobs, it didn't matter I worked and made the best of it as so many people do.
The change occured after the owner (the wife, goddess love her) went through eight semesters of college, and the degree remained out of reach. Mathematics / Computer Science majorss tend to take a little longer. Unfortunately we were at a point where I couldn't cover the bills without help, so she landed a job.
As a husband, I love my wife, my spouse, my mate, and yes my owner (she holds my itty bitty soul up to the light and thinks its wonderful -- sometimes you have to wonder), I love her for the person she is. If this means I follow her wherever her job takes her, so be it, no problems. Even the time apart will bring a wonderful reunion when it ends. If supporting her means I'll be the one changing diapers, fixing bottles, and teaching our (so far unborn) little girls ho
