Apr 23, 2014
You may or may not know, but my husband is in the Army! I don't really talk about it too much on this here spec of the world wide web, but we don't talk about it too much at home either. Not that it is not important, we just happen to be one of those families that when dad is out of uniform, dad is out of uniform. I don't really think of Chris's chosen profession to be any different than if he weren't in the Army. Sure he is gone a lot, works a ton of hours, and comes home exhausted. But I look at my dad and realize that he is in four different cities each week, every week. So to me a job is a job....
Obviously military life comes with its own unique set of challenges, but for the most part it keeps you on your toes. I actually enjoy the moving aspect of it all, okay not the packing and unpacking, but living in different places. We have moved into seven different houses in seven years, I have had plenty of opportunities to tap into my interior decorating side. We have lived in Seattle, Arizona, Georgia, and now Alaska. I now possess a wardrobe that can handle summers in the desert of Arizona, non-stop rain in Seattle, and below zero temps in Alaska. Not too shabby right?
My experiences with being married to a man in uniform have been somewhat unorthodox. I married my husband when he was a private, then he got out of the Army. Then got back in as a recruiter, then got back out. Then got back in as on officer, then got back out....just kidding, clearly he still puts on a uniform everyday. You can read more about that stuff here. But I have seen the many different stereotypes be thrown around from each and every situation we have been in. And to be honest with you I just don't get it. Or maybe I have just chosen to stay an arms length from it all. I support Chris and his career 100%, all day everyday, and he knows that. But I also have hobbies, goals, and aspirations that have nothing to do with the military. Half the time I have no idea what my husband is talking about. I can't count how many times I realize I forgot my ID when I pull up to the gate. I find myself saying "wait what time is that?" when my husband tells when he'll be home from work.
I happen to think we are relatively normal as far as family dynamics go, if you have been reading this blog for a while you know we are minutes away from one who flew over the cuckoo's nest! But life is an adventure and who doesn't love planning a family vacation only to have the date changed six times? Ha!