Such Is the Life of the Military Wife

Alternate Title: Why I'll Be Dropping Off the Face of the Earth, Now

Yeah, so mister mrtl just happened to call the traffic management office (TMO) on base about our pending move. We had been scheduled for the packers to come Friday and for pick up on Monday.

Well, guess what! The packers are coming tomorrow. That's Thursday! That's a full day earlier than planned! They decided we have too much shit for them to pack and load in the two days scheduled, so they added another day. And didn't bother to tell us.

::sigh:: Hate to say such situations are typical.

So today we rush to get all the crap we can't live without over the next month separated so it doesn't get packed up. We rush to finish sorting out the stuff we want to make sure is packed together. We rush to do the laundry that we held off on doing. We schedule for Bug to spend the night at Mary's because it's going to be a late night.

Best of all, since mister mrtl is still scheduled to go into work tomorrow, I get to supervise tomorrow's festivities.

This totally deserves a big old FUCKITY FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!

Comments

[kalki]

Oh no. FUCKITY FUCK INDEED!!

[Summer]

And a fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, from me, too.

All best as you endure the bollshive.

[Circus Kelli]

Good luck, mrtl! I'll be thinking about you!

[suburban misfit]

I thought I was the only one who said "Fuckity fuck!"

Best of luck...hope nothing gets broken.

[AndreaBT]

oh boy. I would totally vomit out of anxiety if I had to supervise movers. I wouldn't even want them there anyway, because remember, I'm all like "What if they break something???" And I'd be doing it all for them so they wouldn't break stuff.