Hello all my little precious olives in my endless glasses of martinis. I have returned from my birthday extravaganza and I have SO. MUCH. TO. SHARE.
I know, I KNOW, you are like:
But, BUT, I have funny stories and I saw some interesting "things." For example, "things" like this:
Yep, I am THAT asshole. I take pictures of strangers. Emphasis on #strange.
Hey, hey, hey it is for BLOGGING research. For YOU.
We will get to all this and more later. For now, we need to have a talk. On the way home from my trip, I realized my blog is called "Military Wife and Pug Life." Yep, I just realized that because this is what happens to your brain when you drink too many martinis over a lifetime, folks.
Anyhoo, in all seriousness. You might have noticed by now that other than me referencing "Military Husband" here and there, I never really talk about what it is like to be a "Mili Wifey." There are several reasons I do not, but for one, I am definitely no expert. Military Husband and I have only been married less than two years, we do not live on base and I have yet to be PCS'ed or gone through a deployment.
Also, as you know by now, I enjoy talking about the stuff I am an expert on, like trashy Lifetime movies, weaves and ratchets.
I mean, when you know your niche, you know.
But in today's post, I thought I would touch on my life as "Mili Wifey." Mainly because I want to address something I see a bit here and there when I am out snooping around the blogging world. I want to talk about complaining, more specifically, complaining about life in the military. Whether it is complaining about where your husband is stationed, what you do not like about XYZ base, your husband's hours, your husband's deployment or pending deployment or just, in general, a lot of this:
Look, I get it, I really, really do. The military lifestyle is not for everyone. It is not always easy. And neither is life. BUT, you make the best of whatever you are handed because folks, life is short. Too short. And bitching, moaning, complaining and whining is not only annoying, but it does not ever make any situation improve. NOT to mention, things can always be worse. Trust me, they can. And when I see women constantly doing this sort of thing, I just am all:
There are many days Military Husband leaves to go to work at 5:00 a.m. and earlier, and does not return home until 8:00 p.m. or later. He wants to be in bed by 10:00 p.m. This means I see Military Husband for maybe two hours out of the day, if that, and this schedule goes on for weeks, NO, months at a time. And keep in mind, during the time he is home, he is eating dinner, showering and winding down, not doing this:
Tho, yeah, that would be fun. #amIright or #amIright
Do I miss him? Yup. Do I wish we had more time together? Most definitely. Do I bitch? Nope. Why? Because Military Husband's number one priority in life is his service to the United States of America. It would be incredibly selfish of me to make him feel like crap because I was lonely, or sad, or peeved he can not always be around. I know that he KNOWS how many hours he works and he misses us dearly. Being a good Mili Wifey involves more than just doing laundry or cooking dinner, it also means holding the family together. And part of that means NOT bitching all the time about the military lifestyle.
I married Military Husband because I loved "Husband" and wether he was a garbage man or President of CooCoo Island, I wanted to be his wife. I accepted this life and I pledged myself to make the best of everything because we are going through it together.
This ain't a solo act. I am not Beyonce'.
But you know, sometimes I think I am. With the weave and all.
Military Husband is making this journey called life with me.
When he does have leave, like this past weekend, we make every second count. We make the BEST of our time together.
You guys know I can be outspoken, and after reading a recent post by someone in the military community (and NO, no one who follows the blog, you ladies are my beeyatchs #represent), I just could.not.hold.it.in.any.longer. I mean, if you MUST bitch, whine, complain and moan, they do make diaries for that sort of thing. It does not need to blasted on the Internet. Or you can tell a friend.
Even if your only friend cannot talk back.
P.S. I think those friends are the best.
I hope I did not come off too bitchy in this post.
If so, just be like:
I can handle the truth.
Do you or your husband have a stressful job or long hours? How do you deal with the situation? Also, do you like hearing people complain? Do you think I am a bitch? Is that a trick question? Let me know in the comments!
I love you all more than I love wine flights, and I am still,