Ramble On

In the past week, okay maybe few days, things have gotten um...rocky.

On Thursday my Eldest came down with strep. I'm now waiting for the 2-year-old to get it. I'm hoping with warmer weather will come an end to all the nasty stuff going around and around and around. I have no idea how the poor nurse will do a throat swab on a 2 year old. God I hope she doesn't get it.

After we got back from the doctor and pharamcy with meds my husband called me from work sounding very glum. My husband, who had been waiting to ship to OCS (Army Officer School), had to now go back to boot camp which he had completed back in '03 (Air Force though). This is a new reg that was just passed on April 4, all prior service that have been separated for more than three years have to re-do boot camp, basic military training, whatever they call it now. He was due to ship April 28.

Now, we found this out on Thursday April 7. That's not too much notice, but anyway, after a very very long day bottom line is that my husband has decided that he's not going to be going into the Army. He is giving up his spot at OCS. This is huge for him because this is what he wanted to do with his life. I don't think anyone will ever fully know all the reasons that he decided not to go but I support him fully in whatever he decides.

However, we had a plan and it's going to take some time for me personally to readjust. I have to come to terms that we're going to be here until he retires from his job. He works at a major university in our state, it's not a bad job and he does like what he does. It provides us with an income and health insurance, for which I'm extremely grateful but I never wanted to live here. I don't really like the area we're in and I don't like the state in general. It's not the people, it's not the school district, to be perfectly honest it's the weather. I hate snow and cold and that's pretty much all we got up here.

I was so excited to leave and be able to move around a lot. I was excited for the commissary and the cheap groceries and the fact that they bag them and carry them to your car. I was excited to see my man in a uniform again. I had that life before and I'm glad for the memories and I think I'll always compare every grocery I'm ever in to the commissary at Kirtland (loved that place) but I'm going to have to get over it. Miss it, and then let it go (can you tell I just watched Eat Pray Love ?).

So now we're back to square one. We've been building up to him leaving for the Army for about 7 months now, this was the path we were on and now we're not exactly sure what we're doing. We've got about three years left on our school loans (which are horrible and crippling financially) and after that we'll see what happens I guess. Three years. Three freaking more years. Wow.