Adapting to married life again after such a long separation wasn't all applie pie and smiley faces. It was a little bit more difficult than I had previously anticipated. The first two days went on without a hitch. We were two blissful lovebirds, bushy-tailed and rosey cheeked. Then, reality set in. And... We... Argued. We argued about everything.. and anything.. that we could possibly think to argue about. It was an interesting time. We went from one extreme (perfect blissfulness) to another extreme (perfect hell) until we figured out how to meet somewhere in the middle and function as a married couple again. I don't know how honest most couples are about these things, but I can only imagine that what we experienced was very typical. You can't expect to spend 7 months living a life apart and then converge upon a perfect relationship. It is something that has to be worked for. I am proud to declare, however, that we managed to figure things out and work through our troubles. That's what makes us such a wonderful couple. :)
In other news, My husband's future in the Marine Corps is no longer a COMPLETE mystery. He spoke with his XO a few days before Thanksgiving and found out that instead of going before this FFPB board (which could result it the loss of his wings and/or an adverse fit rep - which would make advancing beyond Captain nearly impossible) he had the option of requesting an MOS (career) change. If he did this, he would a) keep his wings and b) not have to worry about receiving an adverse fit rep. So, My husband, being the intelligent person that he is, decided that the voluntary MOS change would be the best way for him to go. He found out a few days ago that his voluntary MOS change has been approved, and now he simply has to begin deciding how he would like to continue his military career. Our number one priority right now is to stay in SoCal at all costs. Luckily, there are two accessible Marine Corps bases from our house.. Miramar & Camp Pendleton. Camp Pendleton would be a little bit of a commute (30-40 minutes) ; however, it's better than having to attempt to sell our house in a housing market that has bottomed out. We are crossing our fingers and saying our prayers and just hoping for the best.
Besides all that.... I broke my toe. That's right, you heard me. I.. Broke.. My... Toe. I slipped on our wooden floor last night and took a nasty spill that left me with a broken toe. Hubby denies that it is broken; however, my response to that is, "it's not YOUR toe, how would you know if it's broken or not?" -- :O)
AND... drum roll please... The pool man finally came today and our pump is back in working order! Hallelujah!
Until next time....
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