Welcome Home Banner Dilemma

Well, it's getting close to the time we can start thinking about making a Welcome Home Banner. I don't know why I have so much trouble with this, but I do. Even though I have no problem telling people what I think about things (my big mouth has unfortunately gotten me into trouble many times), I struggle sometimes when it comes to doing anything that is showy. I hate sticking out - but at the same time, I have no stage fright and will volunteer to sing or talk in church or wherever without thinking twice about it. I realize this makes no sense, but that doesn't mean I can figure out how to change it. So, the welcome home banner. People around here often paint their vehicle windows with messages for homecoming day, and I see banners attached to homes here in housing all the time. I have not done either. The closest I've come is a smaller banner on our front door - inside the screen door. There is also the one still hanging inside the garage by the door to the house that I made three years ago when Wyatt was born. That's where I hung it the day he came home, too. I'm a coward, and it's so dumb! It's not like anyone around here will think I'm weird; they all know what the deal is and have probably done it themselves. I know Oliver would think it's great, too, which makes it worse. So, this time, I'm thinking about making a big one for the outside of the garage door. Wyatt is actually old enough to really help me do it, too, so we could have some fun with it. Maybe whip out the finger paints or something. I have a big piece of paper leftover from something else that would work great for it. Hmm, maybe I should clean the upstairs bathroom, too....

One of the Best Parts of Being Navy...

...is living next to the ocean! And since we finally have some sunshine coming our way, we made the most of it today.



I was having some fun with my new camera. I really, really love that it's a 10x zoom but still fits in my pocket. It means I can take it places like this without worrying about it.




Here's my little guy, sporting what will most likely be his summer uniform if the weather holds: tshirt and cloth diaper! Wyatt was always in onesies as a baby, so I've been on the hunt for little tshirts so we can show off the way cute diapers we have now. I got this one for only 3 bucks on the clearance rack at Kohl's - score!

GI Bill Changes Are Law!

Wow, I just found out Congress has finally passed the GI bill revisions I talked about here. This is really exciting. The GI bill is now double the benefit it once was. It now will pay living expenses and allows the beneficiary to transfer their unused benefits to a spouse or child. You can read more about it here. My mind is spinning with the news; this really does change how we will look at our options and I'm eager to have Oliver home to talk about it. If he gets out, we are in a much better position to send him to school full time without becoming impoverished. And if he stays in and either doesn't go to school or does a lot of it in the military, we can send Wyatt to school on the money as he'll be a senior in high school when Oliver is looking at retirement. I need to find a more detailed article about it so I can think some more.

One Last Army Wives Thought

I watched a few episodes this weekend where Pamela's husband (you know, the one who is in Delta Force) returns from a deployment unannounced. My favorite return was the one where she's in the bathroom and opens the medicine cabinet. When she closes it, he's reflected in the mirror. (Think they got that idea from an old horror flick? I actually laughed out loud when that happened.) I thought it was all a little dramatic and unlikely; come on, she didn't hear the door open? But today, I totally understand how that could happen. And yeah, it's like coming out of your skin.

Flying Alone with your Small Children

Ok, I'm now going to write the post I was desperately searching for when I made my plans to fly alone with my boys.

The Dos and Don'ts of Flying Solo with Your Little Darlings:

1. Consider your carryons very carefully. You and you alone will be handling all the luggage, as well as the children. If any of them need to be carried, consider him or her baggage, too. In my case, I had one to carry and one that would probably walk, but could also be counted on to decide right in the middle of rushing to make the flight that he wasn't into it. The solution in my case was to buy an Ergo. I bought the carrier, backpack, and pouch. Because all of them were able to be used together or alone, this gave me a really versatile system to work with. To keep the load a little lighter, I only put the lightest items in the backpack.

My three year old had his own backpack. I wasn't under any real illusion he would carry it, so I didn't worry too much about the weight of it. His things were in there, and I just slung it across the back of our umbrella stroller. Luckily, our stroller is very well balanced, so whether he was in it or not, it stayed upright.

I also had a DVD player in its own case that I slung across my shoulders. It was small, so this wasn't too much trouble. When we reached the plane, we left the stroller behind and I just carried Wyatt's backpack in front of me until we reached our seat.

Everything fit under the seats in front of us, saving me the trouble of trying to manage an 8 month old baby while stowing things in the overhead bins. I gave up on trying to bring any car seats onto the plane. I just couldn't figure out how to manage all that. Wyatt fit just fine in the seat, and even learned quickly how to put his own seatbelt on, so I'm happy with my decision to check them.

2. About Those Carseats... They were probably the biggest trouble I had the whole trip. The original plan was to leave Wyatt's much larger seat at home and just bring the baby's. However, after my friend's son broke his arm, the plan had to change as I wasn't really sure who would be picking me up when we got home and I would need a seat for him. I ended up ordering a special, wheeled bag from One Step Ahead. Both seats fit nicely into it, so initially I was happy with it. It has wheels and a carrying strap, as well, so it was fairly easy to tote.

I flew Southwest, and after the first flight, there was a big hole punched through the toughest part of the bag. After the return flight home, there was another, smaller hole in another spot. I'm not entirely sure what was at fault, the airline or the bag, but I did discover a major negative from Southwest - they won't cover any damage to your car seat or it's bag. Nada. Not even if it's clearly their fault. So, if you can, leave it at home, or take one you don't care about. And if you aren't flying Southwest, make sure you look into the airline's baggage claim policies before you fly.

On the plus side, One Step Ahead offered to replace the bag when I contacted them about it. It really is a nice bag, so I'm happy they are so willing to do something for me.

3. Use a Skycap and tip them well! This saved me so many headaches. There was no line to stand in, no pushing my bags with my feet while trying to keep Wyatt from running off while in line. We were dropped off at the curb, they took our bags right there, and the wait was negligible. Boarding passes in hand (yes, you can get them there, too!), all that was left to do was wait in the security line.

4. Ah, Security. One thing I learned is that every airport is different when it comes to how they handle families. I flew from Sea-Tac to Denver International. Seattle was a whole lot more friendly about it. The lines were shorter, and when I got there, they immediately directed me to a separate line for families, those needing assistance, and first time fliers (all us slow folks!). This made everything a lot easier and faster. Wyatt never had a chance to get antsy, and I was even lucky enough to find some understanding people who helped me get everything through the line.

Denver was another story entirely. The line was a lot longer and we had to wait in it. There was no going to the designated line until the end, and once we reached that point, I discovered no one was enforcing the designation anyway. So, there was very little help for me as I was surrounded by impatient people not needing help or more time to get through the line. We were close to missing our boarding call because it took so long to get through security.

So, make sure you get there two hours ahead of your flight if you are flying alone with kids. If everything goes smoothly, as it did for me in Seattle, you will have time to just sit and watch the planes. If it doesn't, you will still make your plane. Don't tempt fate!

A couple other things that will make it easier to get through security with your sanity intact: Don't bring any liquids through the line. I brought an empty cup for Wyatt and nursed the baby. If you are formula feeding, premeasure the powder and bring whatever bottles you need for the plane trip (you will be able to buy water once you are past this point).

This will save you any extra explanations and the occasional TSA agent who feels the need to grill you about what you are bringing. Trust me, you won't want to deal with it. Buy your liquids after you pass security and fill your toddler's sippy cup before you get on the plane. This will spare you any spills once you are on board.

Wear slip on shoes and put your child in shoes he can easily get on and off himself. This is especially critical if you are carrying a baby, as you will have to get the stroller and carrier (and car seat if you are carrying one) through the x-ray machine as well. It helps greatly if you aren't messing with shoes, yours or theirs, in this process. I made sure Wyatt had socks on under his sandals, too, so he wasn't walking on the icky floor barefoot.

5. Buy a few new toys your child has never seen, and make sure they are self-contained.
Unfortunately, your toddler will most likely drop things on the plane. I brought a couple new matchbox cars for Wyatt and after he dropped one, it rolled to the back of the plane. We didn't get it back until it was time to deplane. That wasn't the best choice of toy. I also brought (other than the DVD player) a sticker book, a couple of flap books, lacing cards, and some new drawing pencils that I didn't care if we came home with or not. A magna doodle would also have been a good choice, but he already has one so I didn't get one for this trip.

6. You will end up as your children's entertainment on top of managing diaper changes, snacks, etc. so don't plan on being able to read that book you packed.
There was only one time I actually read. It was on the trip home. Wyatt had miraculously fallen asleep, and since the plane wasn't full, I had an extra seat to work with. I strapped the baby in as he sits up really well, gave him some toys, and had a few minutes to myself before he got fussy. On the flight there, I never touched it. I assumed I wouldn't be reading, but packed it anyway, so it was more of a bonus that I got to read instead of frustration that I wasn't able to.

7. Don't pack a sippy cup with a straw. Trust me, it will only result in a sobbing child. I pointedly put this cup in the packed luggage on the trip home and let him drink from the plastic container the drink came in. The pressurization turned the straw into a water cannon. Not fun.

8. Pick snacks that aren't too messy, your child loves, and pack a lot of them. This is another thing I didn't do too well. Wyatt and I made trail mix before we left, something we both like. It didn't work so well on the plane, though. I suspect the flight attendants had something to talk about when they were cleaning up the plane later...

You never know what will happen with all the flight delays, so be prepared for more than just your flight. Bring sandwiches and a few things your child doesn't normally get but loves (fruit snacks are usually my choice for this, as I pretty much never buy them but Wyatt loves them). Even if your flight is only a couple of hours and they never want anything but the Cheerios you packed, you will still feel better knowing you were prepared anyway.

9. If you have a choice, sit in the back of the plane.
Flying Southwest allowed me to pick my own seat (although, they no longer let families with young kids preboard, so be warned and try to check in online as soon as you can - this a major headache and one reason I will be trying harder to get on Jetblue flights - they even have baby changing tables in their plane restrooms!). I always chose to sit a few rows up from the bathroom. If you have a fussy baby, this is the best place to stand and walk them a bit. The flight attendants were accommadating as long as I moved when they needed me to. You aren't allowed to move around like this at the front of the plane. This also leaves you closer to a garbage should you need to quickly get rid of a particularly stinky diaper.

10. Consider carefully the ability of your potty-trained child to wait if needed to use the restroom. This was one of my more difficult decisions to make. I actually packed a few pullups for him just in case, but couldn't bring myself to put one on him the morning we left. He's been trained for over six months now, and while it's rare he has accidents, he still waits until the last minute to tell us he needs to go. I was very worried he'd start asking while we were in the middle of the security line or about to board the plane. If he had been newer at it, I would have just put the pullup on and told him to use it if that happened, but I decided to take my chances.

This is obviously a call you'll have to make yourself as you know your child best, but my advice is if you feel it is at all likely your child won't be able to hold it if needed, use a pullup. An accident while you are trying to juggle everything by yourself is definitely not something you want to deal with at the airport.

11. If you can afford it, pay more for a flight during the day and/or a seat for your lap child (especially if you are flying with more than one child). It's an incredible challenge to do anything while juggling a baby on your lap, as I am sure you already know. This is magnified tenfold on an airplane where you have almost zero room to maneuver. An extra seat can be a lifeline that is worth the money if you have it.

Also, avoid red-eyes unless you have a child who can sleep anywhere. My kids are not capable of this, so I paid more for a middle-of-the-day flight and was so incredibly grateful I did. It was a testament to how hard Wyatt played on our vacation that he fell asleep on the way home. He almost never sleeps in the car.

12. Finally, try not to stress out too much about it. You'll be ok. It may not be the easiest thing you've ever done, but you can do it. And when you get home, you'll be amazed at how empowering the entire experience is. I was literally sick to my stomach the morning before we left, but when I came home, I felt as if I could go out and do a lot of things I usually don't when Oliver is at sea. I am so glad I took the plunge and did it!

*If anyone else has any further ideas, please add them in the comment section! I'm sure I'll be doing this again someday.

Don't watch Army Wives when your husband is deployed

You will cry. Please, do yourself a favor, and stay away! But when he comes home, by all means, annoy him greatly with it.

Finding the Strength to Endure

This has been a weird week. Oliver left, came home one night, and then left again, this time for a lot longer. I've been struggling again today to pull it all together. Wyatt's been rather whiny and needy, and it was driving me crazy. At one point, he looked up at me and said, "I miss Daddy. I miss Daddy playing with me." And that made me think. A lot.

Deployment always seems to bring out the worst in me. There's "Tired Mama", and "Grumpy Mama", "Cereal-for-dinner Mama", and "Do-whatever-you-want Mama". I'm not particularly proud of any of these me's. When Oliver leaves, sometimes it feels like all the life was sucked out of our home and we're just existing until he returns. I hate that. Because in reality, life goes on. It doesn't go into a holding pattern just because the person who brings so much happiness to us all goes away. We have to find a way to make it work. We have to find a way to smile.

So when the sun finally came out later this evening, we went outside, all three of us. I watched Wyatt run around, laughing, and later we kicked a ball back and forth. They took a bath, and I was there, really living in the moment, focusing on them the way I knew I needed to.

I learned something today. Deployment may bring out the worst in me, but it also brings out the best. The truth is, when Oliver is here, I can coast. I don't have to face my bad side. I bring my strengths and he brings his; we meet in the middle and it just works. When he's coming home, he usually gets there between 3 and 4, right when Wyatt is needing the most attention and I'm obsessing about all the things I didn't get done that day. I can say, "Hey babe, I'm glad your home!", kiss him, then let Wyatt lead him away to play. I can hand over the crying baby and disappear into the kitchen to make dinner and do whatever else seems pressing.

I love being able to do that. But I also know it's just as important to learn what I don't do so well and fix it. My dirty little secret is that I don't like a lot of the things my kids do. I don't like watching cartoons, or building roads with blocks; I can live without linking train tracks together or coming up with yet another art project that seems to only produce more clutter that needs to be tossed later. Those are the things Oliver does. And he does it really, really well. So when he's gone, I have to do these things, even when I don't really want to.

Wyatt reminded me today that if I don't find a way to fill Oliver's shoes, at least temporarily, his grief will only be stronger, and it will be harder for me to walk this path. So I took him outside and I lived in the moment. I laughed with him, and was actually disappointed when he was done playing ball and wanted a bath. At bath time, I played with the toys instead of reading a book beside the tub while they splashed.

And you know what? I had fun. I focused on them and remembered all over again why I love these two wonderful, little boys, why I'm so glad they entered my life. I know I have a bond with them I wouldn't have been able to develop if their daddy was here all the time. When he's gone, we're like this little fortress of toughness. I may be the leader, but they pull me along and remind me where to put my feet.

So, no, I didn't marry a man who comes home every night and puts the kids to bed for me. I married a guy who has never had a regular chore around the house because it will always fall back to me when he leaves. I married a guy that forces me to fly by the seat of my pants all. the. time.

Ask me if I'd trade anything about my life right now, and I'd tell you absolutely not. There are some truly terrible things we've been forced to face and conquer, and we did. Every time. I know our marriage is stronger because of this, and I know I'm a person I wouldn't have been if I hadn't married a seafaring man. It's not the things that fall into place that teach you what happiness is; it's the things that don't, that test you and try you to the point you think you'll never prevail. I'm grateful God saw something in me I've never have and lead me down this path.

I'm right where I want to be.

Cloth Diaper Update

Well, I finally got around to using the new cloth diapers I ordered a few weeks ago. I only bought three, so not much to report yet. He went through two of them, both poopy, with nary a blowout, which is fantastic. This little baby has a talent for pooping out the back of his diapers. We just moved him up a size to try to prevent it, and it hasn't worked. If cloth diapers save me from three clothing changes a day, I will be very happy to deal with the laundering of them. (Which I haven't done yet, by the way.) I put Oscar to bed in the last clean one, and am curious to see how that will hold up. He isn't a major wetter, so I don't think it will be too bad; I'm more wondering if it will get uncomfortable for him because it's cloth. He does like having a clean diaper, unlike Wyatt who would run around in a poopy diaper until he had a major rash. We shall see.

Cloth Diapers - Have I Gone Completely MAD?!

I was browsing some random blogs today and ran across one where the mom decided to try out cloth diapers. She linked something called the Bumgenius, an all in one diaper that works much like a disposable, but you wash it. People, I'm a heartbeat away from ordering one, and I think I'm totally out of my head. I found myself surfing cloth diapering sites a few weeks ago, and it shocked me to think I was actually putting out feelers. The idea has always disgusted me. I lived with my brother and his family for a brief period after graduating college, and they used cloth sometimes on my nephew. I remember watching my brother cleaning one out and thinking, that is the nastiest thing I've ever seen. Fast forward to today. I think I could use the Bumgenius and actually like it. I don't know if it's because I went through a month of cleaning poopy underwear when Wyatt was potty training and survived, or because I'm just a little more adventurous now, but I'm really thinking about this one. I found a site that offers a money back guarantee if you buy one and try it, then hate it. I'm thinking about it, I really am...

The Idiocy of Carbon Offsets

Warning: This post is way off topic from my normal focus, and it's sort of political, but I can't help myself, so please forgive me! Carbon offsets are in the media more and more these days. While I can see the use of them at the government/large company level, I really have a problem with how they are being thrown out as some kind of solution to global warming. Al Gore may be feeling good about being "carbon neutral", but I guarantee he's pumping a whole lot more CO into the environment than I ever will. Private jets will do that for you. Why do I have such a problem with this concept? Because at its base level, this is really just a way for people to feel good about doing nothing. You pay someone else money to generate clean energy or some other environmentally sensitive project (whether the money is actually used to directly lower CO emissions in the amount you assume it will is, of course, not at all possible to determine), then get to feel good about driving your SUV to work by yourself everyday. Please. You'd be doing the environment a whole lot more good by actually trading that SUV in for a small car. Or by buying less stuff and recycling more. Something proactive, rather than a feel-good gesture that puts the onus on someone else to do more for our environment. I recently read an article about some college students who are starting up a website to sell things with some kind of carbon offset premium. Um, no thanks. I have no intention of throwing money away on something that may or may not be accomplishing what it is supposed to do. I'd rather keep using our reusable cleaning rags and conserving our energy usage. These are things that actually make a difference, rather than just make give me a warm, cozy feeling inside that somewhere, somehow, something might be done about this whole global warming thing we're all so worried about.

MGI Bill Changes Coming?

I read something this Sunday in our newspaper that had me pretty excited. There are a couple competing bills being pushed in the House right now that would expand the Montgomery GI Bill quite a bit. Both reintroduce a living stipend, something that was once a core benefit after WWII, and increase the tuition amount, although one is definitely more generous than the other. Other changes include making GI bill funds ineligible to be counted as income for Federal financial aid purposes and increasing the window to use such benefits after service to 15 years from the current 10. It looks pretty good that at least one of these bills will pass. Several higher-ups worry this will hurt retention, not help it. Frankly, I think they are right. When I heard these changes, it got me excited. My first thought was, yay, here's another option for us if we decide to get out! Oliver still has to finish his schooling; it's been pretty tough for him to find the time to do it while on active duty, which was the original plan. With all these changes, we could conceivably consider sending him to school full time, while I worked a part time job. With both boys in school, we could probably juggle it so there was no child care needed, either. Who knows what we will do, or if it will end up being good enough to push us in that direction, but it's something to think about. If anyone wants to read the article themselves, here it is.

Traveling with Kids

Ok, I have decided it's time to swallow my fear and just do it. Yes, it's time to get on a plane with my two kids by myself. I do find it a trifle pathetic that I haven't pushed myself to do this yet, especially since it wouldn't have been too bad to do it with only one. But, I waited too long to try it, and here I am packing a couple of 'em. A set of circumstances have encouraged me greatly to go visit a college friend I haven't seen in, hmm, eight years? (Eesh, has it really been that long??) The flight is short, so hopefully that will make it easier. Hopefully. And, if all goes well, maybe I can even talk myself into doing this cross-country to visit my in-laws. Let's not think too much about that.... So, finally, we come to the purpose of this post: anyone have any good traveling tips that could help me out? Specifically, how to survive the airport with a nursing baby and recently potty-trained toddler who will still probably need a stroller if I have any hope of making my flight in time. (He gets so distracted!) And, secondly, any advice on what baby backpack to buy? I've been wanting one for a long time now. I bought a Maya Wrap for Oscar on the idea that I would sling it to avoid buying a double stroller that would be useless very quickly. I had a convertible Snugli sling for Wyatt and absolutely LOVED it, but it's only good to about 12 lbs, so I wanted something I could use a little longer. Supposedly, this would last until toddlerhood. Unfortunately, the hype about slings conceals the fact that they are not so easy to use. I've watched the DVD over and over, and still can't put it on comfortably. You really should have a friend who knows how to use them (and I don't), and probably a baby who didn't put on the pounds like Oscar did. (Wyatt was three months old before he hit 12 lbs - Oscar wasn't even two months when he passed that milestone.) I've never been able to get it to fit comfortably; it digs into my side or my shoulder depending on how I'm carrying him. There's no way I'm using it for a long-term situation. So, I want a backpack. I've loved them ever since I carried my three year old niece in one on a hike when I was in college. However, I don't want to make the mistake I did with the sling and buy something that turns out to be a waste of money because it doesn't work very well. I've got my eye on a Macpac. It's a little pricey, but I love that it's adjustable (there's almost a foot difference in height between Oliver and I) and there isn't a huge frame on it, like most I've seen. Has anyone used one of these? I'm going to have to order online, so I don't want to make a mistake! P.S. I haven't forgotten about the housing issue (I wish!), but that's gonna be a long-winded post so I'll get to it later.

For My Milspouse Friends

I could not watch this without tearing up. It brought back all those times on the pier, kissing my submariner goodbye. The sun is usually just barely peeking through the horizon when we get there. I always get out of the car and follow him around while he gets his sea bag and other last minute things out of the trunk. Then, we get to hang on to each other one last time before he has to walk away. There is nothing lonelier than the drive home, and the day following, knowing he is slipping out to sea as you go about your business; not knowing when you'll hear from him, or if he'll actually come home the day they say he will. But you know what's the worst part of it? Watching him say goodbye to his sons. The older they get, the harder this all is. I am so dreading the next time Oliver goes out to sea. It's one thing to get yourself through it; it's another thing entirely to get your children through it. In light of that, I wanted to share something I ran across today. There is an organization that is making quilts and pillows for military kids. It's goal is to comfort them when they are gone. If I remember correctly, children under 7 get a quilt, and those older receive a pillow. You send in 7-9 pictures of your child with their parent, and they put them on the quilt or pillow. I'm totally going to get one made for Wyatt. He has a "Daddy book" (a photo album I put together for him with pictures of him and his dad), and a "Daddy bear" (a build-a-bear his grandparents bought him with a voicebox Oliver recorded a message on). If I get him this, he will also have a "Daddy blanket"! I know it will be something he carries around a lot. He's a blankie boy. I'd want one for Oscar, too, but I have to think about it. We don't have as many good pictures to choose from because he's so little, and, really, it won't mean much to him now. But, if I wait, I might not be able to get one at all, so, hrm, we'll see about that. If you want to look into getting one for your kids, here is the website: Operation Kid Comfort.

Those Baggers at the Commissary

Ok, I've been resisting writing this post, but I have two kids asleep on the living room couches and another one in my lap, so I'm stuck at the computer for awhile and I need something to do! I have a pet peeve about military life. I don't know why this drives me nuts, but it totally does. Here at the commissary (that's our grocery store for my non-military readers), they have baggers who work for free. Oh, wait, not actually for free, if you read the nice big sign up on the wall: "Warning, Baggers Work for Tips Only! They will give you dirty looks if you don't comply. Don't even think about taking your groceries out yourself! This will be awkward and we will all look at you like you are cheating us." Ok, so I added a little bit there, but that's how it should read in my opinion. I love, love the commissary. Aside from the free health care, it's one of my favorite perks being married to guy in the military. When I was first married, I used to comparison shop at the other grocery stores in town. That is, until I discovered the little bit more I could save by going out to get a few random things on sale was quickly blown on gas getting there. So, I only shop at the commissary now. Which means I need to deal with baggers. Now, I should preface this by saying the baggers are generally very polite, and I've never had anyone be openly rude to me. But, it's incredibly awkward to reach the check out line, watch them bag your stuff and put on their little cart, and know they are going to go out with you to your car and you can't let them walk away without giving them some indiscriminate amount of cash. We have asked them to just put it back in our cart, but it's awkward to do this, and then I feel like I need to run from the building just to stop the guilty stares aimed at my back. The biggest part of this problem is definitely what do you pay these people?! I've heard so many different methods people use. The 25 cents a bag tip I refuse to follow. Why? Because most of the baggers have perfected the art of bagging two things to a bag. It's ridiculous how many bags we end up with. I read a random blog post on Spousebuzz a while back (if you link there, make sure you read the comments - yikes!) that had a lot of people posting they pay the baggers 5-6 dollars for the trip. Say what? That means these people can easily make 15 or so dollars an hour there. That's more than I made working at my first real job with benefits out of college. Someone also posted on that same blog post that they thought a person should pay the difference between what they spent at the commissary and what they could have spent at the store. Say what?! So, because the military allows us to save at the commissary, what they are really doing is trying to find a way to avoid paying their baggers. Ok. Now that that is all cleared up, I should do my duty is pay these people what they deserve. Except, I'm really not on board. They bag my groceries, yes. And sometimes I even have a full cart. And they do walk it out to the car. Sometimes in the rain. And they even load it - or they start to. Veeeerrrryyyy slowly. So I have the time to buckle two kids into the car, fish around in the console for some loose change, and then load more than half the groceries myself. So, they get a $1.00, often $2, and if it's Christmas or something, maybe even some loose change or an extra dollar, too. That's it. The only time I paid someone more than that, the guy didn't even say thank you. He just walked away, and then I turned around to discover my trunk had been packed in such a way I couldn't even close it. Mm, yeah, not giving anyone $5 again. I do appreciate the effort they expend on my behalf, especially when I'm pregnant. And it's nice not to have to walk a cart back at the end. But, to be totally honest, I would happily do this just to avoid the awkwardness of this experience. They just installed self-checkout lanes at our commissary. I hate these things with a passion and refuse to use them unless absolutely necessary. But, there are times when I look at them and think, "Hey, no baggers over there! Maybe there is a reason to use them....maybe." And then I look at all the groceries in my cart and decide that paying someone $2 and dealing with a bit of weirdness is definitely not worse than trying to scan everything on my own. They really do need to change that sign, though.

No Right to Complain?

Ok, I keep running into all these comments that miltary wives have "no right to complain" when things get tough because "we chose this life". This is really starting to irritate me. When I hear a civilian complain about his or her job, or their spouse complain about long hours or business trips or whatever, I have never heard anyone tell them to shut up and put up because they "chose that life". Really, what is the difference here? We've struggled at times because Oliver's command has gone through a bunch of really lousy officer and chief-types that have made life more difficult than it has to be. Morale on the boat has suffered as much as ours. That was not what we signed up for. We didn't "choose" to have to deal with incompetent people who waste others' time, or leaders who are concerned only with earning awards and not with being fair to their people. We "chose" to live a life that would entail separations and difficulty, with the goal being it would help the country as well as ourselves (yes, the paycheck does matter!). Those of you telling army wives they have no right to complain because their husbands' tours were extended by 3 months - to a whopping 15 months - are probably the same ones who think an overnight business trip is a hardship. And you probably complain about it to your friends. But, didn't you choose this life when you married the guy? Everyone has the right to voice their frustration with a situation. The only time I would turn my irritation on someone who is complaining about their spouse's military job is if they are doing it over, and over, and over again without ever trying to solve their problems or deal with it in a meaningful way. That is complaining - and that statement is true for civilians, too, by the way.