I might sound like a broken record on here when it comes to recruiting. Maybe it’s because I only post when the Navy is pissing me off. But right now, I am pissed. Here’s the deal: there are practically NO jobs for the recruiters to fill. The only jobs they currently can fill are: SEAL & Nuke. Their zone’s goal this month: 4 Nukes & 1 SEAL. HAHAHAHAH! Talk about the hardest jobs to fill… yeah. So what does that mean? It means my husband has to work from at least 8 am until 8 pm every night. It means that he has to work on Saturday (our daughter’s birthday party). It means he has to go knock on high school students doors and ask them if they want to join the Navy.
So things have not been so fun in our house. By the time he is home at night Baby Girl is tired and cranky and ready for bed. And he of course gets frustrated because he wants to spend time with her. Im winning the Mother of the Year award for letting my daughter watch whatever movies she wants every night while I get this hellish vanity project done.
Don’t get me wrong, I am so grateful for the opportunities that recruiting has given us. We got to buy a house and start a family. We had the time together to work out the kinks in our relationship. And best of all my daughter and husband had at least two solid years together to bond. I am SO grateful for all of that. Believe me that I can see how lucky we are.
But right now I am frustrated and angry. And I will have to go shopping for food for the party, and Baby Girl’s Birthday present, and clean the house, and get everything cooked and prepared for the party, and run the errands – ALL BY MYSELF.
Sigh.
I think what gets me the most worked up, is that they were told that they had to work late so that they didnt have to come in on Saturday. Yeah, that worked.
The annual Awards Banquet is in two weeks. I juuuust might change my mind and go to the spouse’s meeting again. Last year I opened my mouth, asked some questions and got my husband “talked to”, so I planned on skipping it this year. Hmm… maybe I should just go in there guns blazing and let these guys have it.
On second thought, Ill just stick to shopping instead. That could be a bad scene. I have foot in mouth disease for sure.
