Two Years Later...
Alright. You know lj is dead when you check your friends page and nothing pops up. Since Nik Nik is the only one keeping the dream alive, I figured I'd post some tidbits about the changes life can bring in two years of neglecting lj.
I live in CT now. Not sure for how much longer since I can't seem to find a job in my field and Seth's holding his job tenuously at best (how would you like to work 16 hr days 6 days a week and oh, by the way, go out for months on end and come back to that schedule with NO time off because you are the new guy and everyone else gets time off before you?). Any armed force that considers family e-mail a PRIVILEGE when they make you leave with a few days' notice and keep you gone for long periods of time is really not thinking quality of life. Email can and should go down at random times, apparently, leaving yet more holes in the communication that is supposed to be the foundation to a good marriage. Because if you divorce, you have now trapped a Navy man into staying in the service even longer, in order to provide payments to his ex-family (because undoubtedly he has at least 2 children) that the government doesn't have to take care of anymore.
I don't harbor any nice feelings toward the Navy.
I can't wait for Seth to get home. He has his one day off a week tomorrow (and technically he will have to work part of it seeing as how he's got duty from 0730 this morning to 0820 tomorrow morning) and he'll probably just want to sleep most of it and catch up on his games, but at least he'll be home. I sleep alone so much that when he finally is home, it is hard to sleep knowing there's another person in the bed again. And not hard to sleep because of activities either, though I'm sure none of those who might read this would think that. Hard to sleep because he's a stranger all over again every time he comes back and just when I get to the place where he's familiar, off he goes again. If I could take a sledgehammer to his boat and just keep hitting it until I didn't feel angry or frustrated anymore, I might could make the damn thing sink!
Ok ok, enough Navy bashing. I'm really grateful that my husband comes back at all (as opposed to many soldiers), we have a house, and we're not living paycheck to paycheck. At least the Navy has provided for us in those aspects. And even though he's gone months at a time, at least it is not years... It could be a lot worse.
That's a good place to end, I think. Hopefully it won't be another two years before I have interesting stuff to report. I'm off to complete the solo bedtime ritual of showering, brushing my teeth, and reading until I get tired enough to sleep.
Good night to anyone who still reads this :)
I live in CT now. Not sure for how much longer since I can't seem to find a job in my field and Seth's holding his job tenuously at best (how would you like to work 16 hr days 6 days a week and oh, by the way, go out for months on end and come back to that schedule with NO time off because you are the new guy and everyone else gets time off before you?). Any armed force that considers family e-mail a PRIVILEGE when they make you leave with a few days' notice and keep you gone for long periods of time is really not thinking quality of life. Email can and should go down at random times, apparently, leaving yet more holes in the communication that is supposed to be the foundation to a good marriage. Because if you divorce, you have now trapped a Navy man into staying in the service even longer, in order to provide payments to his ex-family (because undoubtedly he has at least 2 children) that the government doesn't have to take care of anymore.
I don't harbor any nice feelings toward the Navy.
I can't wait for Seth to get home. He has his one day off a week tomorrow (and technically he will have to work part of it seeing as how he's got duty from 0730 this morning to 0820 tomorrow morning) and he'll probably just want to sleep most of it and catch up on his games, but at least he'll be home. I sleep alone so much that when he finally is home, it is hard to sleep knowing there's another person in the bed again. And not hard to sleep because of activities either, though I'm sure none of those who might read this would think that. Hard to sleep because he's a stranger all over again every time he comes back and just when I get to the place where he's familiar, off he goes again. If I could take a sledgehammer to his boat and just keep hitting it until I didn't feel angry or frustrated anymore, I might could make the damn thing sink!
Ok ok, enough Navy bashing. I'm really grateful that my husband comes back at all (as opposed to many soldiers), we have a house, and we're not living paycheck to paycheck. At least the Navy has provided for us in those aspects. And even though he's gone months at a time, at least it is not years... It could be a lot worse.
That's a good place to end, I think. Hopefully it won't be another two years before I have interesting stuff to report. I'm off to complete the solo bedtime ritual of showering, brushing my teeth, and reading until I get tired enough to sleep.
Good night to anyone who still reads this :)