It’s a blinking cursor night. One of those nights where it’s hard to define how I’m feeling.
For the next few months are to be “ juggling- balls -in- the- air” kinda months. (or if I don’t play my cards right, bricks in the air.)
For one, I have applied for jobs in the area where I’m moving shortly. Being able to finesse all this timing of job, moving, kids in school, him getting orders to actually go…. ugh!
I have applied for 6 jobs of which are all modest salaries but comparable to what I do if not higher.
My supervisor said that I have a good resume.
The timing and the waiting comes in when I do get called for a job, and I may have to leave sooner than Doug does when he gets orders. Sooner by a few months. This is not a bad thing really.
One child wants to leave immediately with me, and one does not. (can you guess which child wants to stay? lol)
Big A is SERIOUSLY balking at sharing a room with her sister!
You see, there is a temporary apartment close to my older daughter’s apartment.
If I moved sooner than Doug, I wouldn’t have furniture until the movers come and get it and move it from here, because the Army can’t move things unless the service member themselves are moving.
Probably 3 months later I’m guessing, because we weren’t due to move until June.
I’ve done worse for myself before, though.
WAY worse.

In all, job security is worth the hassle of going there early. That’s the bottom line. I’ve made sacrifices for this Army life for a long long time. Now it’s time for the Army to work around ME!
I don’t think I will be moving again once I get where I’m going.
Doug already knows this.
Why am I so bent on moving early? I’m not actually.
I could just stay and then take my chances on when we will get settled, what jobs pop up then. But problem is, to get a government housing like we live in now, we’d still have to wait in a temporary place anyway…on the waiting list.
I am just anxious to get all that “waiting” and job hunting over with. You have no idea how anxious…
In a sense, I am super excited. I want a lot more for my life than this small rural Kansas area has to offer. I’m so happy to soon be within arm’s length of my grown daughter.
So then, I came home early from work today. *again* sigh. I wasn’t feeling well. headachey and all that.
I slept and then spent the better part of an hour putting the Christmas tree back together after it kept falling apart, and falling over, and leaning, and bare and and and…One part of the stand was missing so he duct taped it to something to keep it up.
*here it is lit*
When Doug put it up, he well… let’s just say, he didn’t take his time. lol. It’s up again now, and loaded with decorations. Cozy. Except Sugar keeps eyeing that tree skirt like she wants to pee on it.
Here it is, in the light→
A couple of the decorations I bought when Doug was somewhere else for Christmas…
and a couple are what the kids made in school, like this one that Little A made in Hawaii. I think she was in Kindergarten here:
















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