Just when you think the coast is clear, just when you decide to let your guard down, and just when you think things are looking up, shit happens. I'm being dramatic. It's not as big as all that but like I told C: Recruiting duty is like dog crap that you can't get off your shoe. The smell just won't go away.
The "extremely interesting" news we got yesterday was that C is on the outbound roster with orders to another base despite the fact that he's only been here for three weeks. Why? Because bastards with delusions of grandeur tried to mess C over. And mess is not the preferred word here. Is he actually going? No because he just happened to check into his current unit early and so the new orders won't go through. How much did he miss it by? Just over a week. And what would that have meant for us? Well, because it's less than 50 miles away, we wouldn't have been able to get out of our lease and even if we could, we would have had to pay for the move ourselves or else C would have had to commute about an hour one way. So the choices would be: Stay put so that our kids wouldn't have to change schools again and pay out the butt for gas. OR, move at our own expense, change the kids' schools again, and uproot our family for the for the fourth time in as many years. Thankfully, we don't have to make these choices. We missed having had to do so by a hair.
All's well that ends well, right? Sure. I'll just keep telling myself that.
