I’m having a pity party today and you are all welcome to join me. But let me first warn you — it is for one day only!
I am the wife of an Air Force Chaplain. My husband, Dave, who from here on out will be referred to as the “Good Chaplain,” left this afternoon for a seven-month deployment to Africa. Thus the pity party.
Since this isn’t the first time he’s left for a while, I am allowing myself one day of pity before life begins again. The main thing making this deployment so difficult is my twin girls are out of the house. So it’s me and the animals. the Twizzlers I devoured after dropping the Good Chaplain off at the airport, helped kick off the pity party.
The first time the Good Chaplain left, he wasn’t even a chaplain yet. He was a chaplain candidate and he went to New Hampshire for the summer, leaving me with two 1 1/2 year olds. I learned the first of my many lessons that while the military member is gone, everything goes to hell in a handbasket, as they say. If it’s going to break or the kids are going to be sick or the dog is going to die — it will happen while the military member is gone.
I’ve learned a lot of those kinds of lessons over the 23 years in the Air Force and in the next several months, I will share them and some funny stories along the way.
Next time: The story of Gigi.