And Purge

Everything was pretty cool until about 2pm today.  That's when Maddie started her afternoon "whine and moan."  Aggghhh.  We're having teething and constipation issues this week, which is about to make me come undone.  The week started strong, and I was supermom-ing it.  By that, I mean I did normal person stuff by cleaning my months (and months and months) old dirty master bathroom and folded laundry.  Yeah, today, nothing got done. 

We've also been dog-sitting for about two weeks.  The dog is a sweet dog, and individually I like her, but in a group with my dogs, I do not, nor do I like my own dogs in said group.  Things sort of reached a head last night when Dexter attacked her.  Uggh.  He didn't break any skin, but he somehow still latched on with a good grip.  It was all of about five seconds, but afterward me and the other dog were both shaking.  Gah.  So she got rotated to another family today (her owners are with their kiddo in the hospital...), which was going to happen anyway prior to my mother's visit come Monday.  (Woot.)

Let's see...  I've covered cranky baby and extra dog.  What else?  How about Joe's job and upcoming separation from the Army?!  Yeah.  About that.  Let's just say there's some reconciling going on.  Joe's been applying for a ton of civilian jobs, some will probably work out, others not.  None are really want he wants to do, though, nor will they build is resume in that direction.  With that, staying put in the Army would probably be the best thing for him, but alas we missed the re-enlistment date.  Double alas, the head dude of our tiny little corner of the Army has said Joe can have a waiver (which Joe and I discussed previously and decided was a good idea to try for)...but something about needing him as a rigger.  By the way, Joe called me with this news about five hours after he was supposed to already be home from work while Maddie was still whining and moaning, refusing to eat or take meds, AND while I was trying to load the other dog up to take elsewhere.  So naturally I started crying at the word "rigger"....and screaming....and threw my phone against the kitchen counter, bouncing it on to the floor.  Still works too.

After a further dialogue with Joe about the whole rigger thing, I do feel better.  The bottom line is that head dude said yes, and now we will continue to negotiate the terms.  Thankfully Joe is not a shit bag, and has a team of people pushing for him to be able to re-enlist and do what he wants (which I will not write about here).  However, if he has to be a rigger for a year and then re-class, it really wouldn't be the worst thing.  I should say that I think riggers are VERY, VERY important....they are the folks that pack the parachutes...the ones my husband wears when he jumps out of the planes...the ones that save his life.  HUGELY IMPORTANT.  Just not exactly what Joe's been working toward, ya know?  Of course, it could be explained on his resume that this is what was needed at the time...duty to country...will perform whatever task enhances the mission...blah blah blah.

So there.  No one really knows that we were going to go ahead and seek a waiver, and definitely no one knows that it has so far been approved (verbally...nothing in writing).  So uh, surprise!  I guess nothing is definite yet, as the head dude may not agree to any other terms or just pull the whole deal off the table to boot.  But we'll see.  Pretty flipping stressful.  Really, I want my husband to be recognized for his capabilities and viewed as an asset for what he has been trained in as well as for his character.  We've watched so man other folks be rewarded for bad behavior.  I just wish Joe could be rewarded for a job well done.  Seriously.  And I guess the reward is really in having a network of people helping you out, as is the case currently.  Hopefully it ends with him getting the job/terms that he wants....and that I, his lovely wife, feel he deserves.

Yeah, that's all.  No biggie, right?