Military Wife Syndrome

I'm sitting here in my office, as I do a lot, working on one project or another. My intentions were to research information for my newest venture, another novel. This one is a criminal fiction story that came to me a few years ago. I had to tuck it away until I mustered up the creative juices and finish "Sara's Swing". Since completing that project and getting it sent to my editor, I was able to begin this new project. However, as my military wife syndrome has officially kicked in, the only thing I could think about while sitting here in front of the computer was the looming boxes of who knows what that have been sitting in my office since we moved on base nearly a year ago. I couldn't stop wondering what the contents of the boxes were, which that brought my curious mind to another thought... what was I going to do with the boxes of unknowns. Since the military has decided that our family needs a change in scenery, I could not help but turn from my computer and stare at the ridicules amount of clutter in my office and what would the movers think if they had to deal with it. So... There I went, tearing through the boxes, throwing old papers away, sorting my husband’s things, from my sons things from my things. Now in my madness I had removed the boxes yet had a bigger mess to deal with. I can clearly see what was in the boxes, and still haven't a clue what I'm going to do with all the stuff. You see this is what happens prior to every PCS (Permanent Chance of Station), us, the spouses, go into a frenzy of things that have to get done. The unpacked boxes that are in every room, and if you are a military spouse, you ALL have those unpacked boxes, that have to be looked though. In the 10 years of my husband’s service, there has always been either a garage, large storage closet, shed or some other type of storage full of boxes that when you arrive at your new house you say to the movers "Storage" without a thought, because you simply don't want to deal with them right that moment. Since life is so busy, the moment to go through the boxes doesn’t come until the Military wife Syndrome kicks in just before a new move. Then as these boxes get opened, they are usually things that you are just not sure what to do with. Then there is the occasional additional box or more that gets added to "storage" when you rearrange and realize you don't want this or that hanging around. Every move you go through the boxes and get rid of stuff, and every new house you add to the stuff. It is like laundry, it's never ending. Tomorrow though, I will have to figure out how to consolidate the "storage".

Wow, I never really thought I would do this, but here I am. I suppose I will start by telling you about me. I am the proud wife of a US Army soldier. My husband joined the military just over 10 years ago. For some reason we are the unlucky family that gets moved a lot. In our 10 years of service we have been at 5 different duty stations. This is what led me to believe that starting a blog about being the military wife would be what I needed to do. There is no other life that compares to this. Being uprooted over and over again is something that takes a pretty strong family to handle. Just think if you had to make new friends every year or two, knowing that sooner or later you would have to leave them, or they would be leaving you. For my children, who are grown now, that was the hardest thing to do. I have had to change jobs multiple times, create a whole new home environment every move, and learn to take things as they come without anger or regret, because you see, I helped my husband make the choice to join the army. Well, for today, since I have been going through all the boxes in my house to clean out some old junk, I'm tired. We have been told that we are being reassigned again. So now is when my work begins. The military wife syndrome has really kicked in and I am ready to plunge ahead and get things started. I will explain what military life syndrome is in time, but right now I am going to go get some dinner and watch some crime TV and relax.
Thanks for the place to put my words. Ronni