On the very rare occasion, someone will comment, “I don’t know how you do it” in regards to Clay being in the Army. Currently, he is in a unit that is not part of a deployment rotation so I tend to get a bit squirmy when I hear those words. Aside from the occasional TDY and a demanding job with long hours (and let’s be honest, these are certainly not unique to the military), this assignment has been fairly low-key because we don’t have a long deployment looming. I can’t help but feel like an impostor of sorts – yes, I have a husband in the military but right now, it’s not that hard.
The rational part of me realizes that we have experienced 28 months of deployments and too many TDYs to count over the years and will experience more in the future. Being associated with the Army during a two-front ground war wasn’t always a rose garden. During our first four years of marriage, we were probably physically together for about 18 months (non-consecutive), give or take. And our situation was hardly unique. But things have slowed down some since the height of the wars. Don’t get me wrong – I am not complaining. But as I mentioned, sometimes I feel like I am in the wrong class on the first day of school or part of a club of which I don’t meet membership requirements. It’s silly, I know. I am sure there are more hardships ahead of us and I just need to enjoy this relatively calm time and relish our time together because who knows what the Army will throw our way next.
ps – I joined Twitter. Again.