We are in day 81 of the Good Chaplain’s deployment. It has been going well, except I’m still trying to set a schedule including time to write this blog. But I hit a stumbling block recently — a common one I’m sure those of you who survived deployments will truly understand. I’m sick and tired of doing everything around here! The Good Chaplain said he was proud that I made it two-and-a-half months before this feeling hit me.
He is so right. I remember the first time he was gone after coming on active duty. We lived at Robins Air Force Base in Georgia. And he wasn’t even on a deployment, it was a TDY, or temporary duty, for a week! Now, as you know if you’ve been reading this blog, we were separated longer than that while he was in the reserves. I thought a week would be no problem. Must have been the wrong week.
I don’t remember all the circumstances or things that happened, but I do remember not being able to balance the checkbook, and I had to pay bills that week. What the heck? I’d balanced my checkbook and paid bills for years off and on with nary a problem. I generallywas falling apart over every little thing that came up that week.
The one thing that comes to mind very specifically is one ill-fated phone call, and this is a lesson for the active duty member in your household. You need to know that the Good Chaplain’s TDY was to France. Already I was jealous that he had such a hardship to face. But then came the fatal — for him anyway — phone call.
“Guess what, honey,” he said from across the ocean. “I just had the best crepes I have ever eaten in my whole life.”
Silence. Then a sniff. And then the response through tightly clenched teeth, barely holding back the seething feeling just beneath the surface.
“Really? That’s nice dear. We had macaroni and cheese and you are going to tell me about crepes?” I don’t think so.
The lesson here, dear military members, is to gauge the mood of your spouse before talking about all the wonderful experiences you are having in exotic places they may never get to see. The rest of your trip will be much more pleasant for everyone concerned. The Good Chaplain heard that message loud and clear and was careful from then on.
Till next time.