My husband is deployed and I’m in charge of everything regarding our move. It’s going to be the death of me, I swear. We bought a house off base for the first time in our marriage because with me pregnant with the second baby I know we needed a bigger place than in California. Thankfully we could afford it because Dallas is far more attainable than the part of San Diego we lived in. I love my husband but between folding and packing all his clothes, dealing with our son, being pregnant, and having to set up everything at the new house I really feel kind of abandoned. I know he can’t help it and would rather be here with me than overseas but that doesn’t make me feel any better about it when I’m exhausted every night. I took a week off last week to do less taxing stuff like organizing our filing cabinet and looking into www.electriccompaniesindallas.com to find good rates for our new utilities. I called the moving company and got Michael all registered for school in Texas so I knocked things off the list, just less intense stuff than I’d been doing the week before. Now that I’m in my second trimester I’ve really had a lot less energy lately than before and I can feel the difference. Running around after my son all day is enough to make anyone exhausted but between that and having to pack up our whole life it’s really starting to wear on me. I think we’re going to like Texas and I sure hope my husband does since he’s never even been there before. The thing about being a military family is that you just go where you have to go – you don’t get to pick where they send you, really, and you have to make the best of it. Thankfully we’ve ended up in some great locations thus far and I know Dallas won’t be any different.
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Guest post written by my buddy Aldo Mays