It’s been a bit of a roller coaster around these parts.
Happy (late) Easter, btw, for those of you who celebrate it.
We had a nice dinner at home with double the amount of food I normally cook. Which is double the amount of a normal family. It was gone within hours by the three sons home and one husband. Can’t complain though – must have been good!
The weekend that followed found the second born and myself getting the last bits of his life put together before we shipped him off to Air Force basic. And I swear – if I hear one more civi tell me “Oh, it’s just the AF. My cousins, brothers, sisters, fathers roommate was a Marine, and theirs is much, much harder.” I will have to start shouting “Yes. I know it is. The Air Force isn’t looking for brute force, they’re looking for brains. And unless you want to sign up yourself, shut-it or give them props for doing it for you.” ... did I say that out loud?
I took him in to the same MEPS station I took his dad to 21 years ago. There is just something very strange about hearing the same thing, but with your child. You also get treated very differently as the mother, than as the wife. Short of the bag check at the door, I knew the routine.
And no, he won’t be flying a plane.
It’s also the first time since he was four, that I went grocery shopping without having to arrange entire meals around his diet, read ingredient lists, and budget for specialty foods. I was a bit lost. Hopefully the next trip will go a little smoother.
For basic he’s just sucking it up. He’ll be fine. Grouchy, but fine. He’d be grouchy anyways though, so no one will even notice.
The paperwork given to me said he’d be calling in two weeks with his address. The day his plane landed he said he’d be calling in three days. The first day in, he called and my first thought when I saw who was calling was “Oh no… he broke his arm.” Just the address.
The rest of the week has been a lot of catch up after the last two weeks. Work on the quilt, planting the seeds for the garden, knitting up a baby gift, and a few home projects. Tomorrow we’re taking his bed down. Makes it sort of final, in a good way.
Readjusting to a new life, is our life in this family. Glad we’re used to it.