Proud Navy Wife

As you know, I am a military wife and a very proud one at that! While the lifestyle we live can be crazy at times, it also gives us opportunities that civilians don’t normally have. It is usually the very thing that makes me want to pull my hair out that I also love (i.e. living in three states in one year). Life is always an adventure. When my husband told me we would probably do our next shore tour in Washington my response was, “5 years here? That’s too long!”

The one thing that makes the submariner lifestyle really crazy is the secrets. Know that saying “secrets secrets are no fun unless they are for everyone”? Well, the hubby and I cannot teach our kids that. I have never seen where my husband works and have very little idea of what he actually does. When he returns from this deployment I will have no idea what he did or where he even was. Not because we keep secrets from each other, but he legally cannot. [Like signed a contract saying he would never tell.] I like to make up stories about what he does and I am always trying to keep up with the news, but the whole point of submarine service is go unnoticed. This also translates to the wives because the little we do know has to be kept a secret. I was recently in a meeting where we were told certain information couldn’t be written down and whatever you do, DON’T PUT THIS IN YOUR IPHONE!!! How is that for a what-my-husband-does-is-intense wake up call? It’s been a learning process for everyone because it is such a natural thing to ask “where is your husband” or “when does he get home”. I’ve learned to get past feeling dumb when I have to answer, “I don’t know!” Even if I do have a date, it will probably get changed anyways.

I found this video while my boyfriend was at Officer Candidate School and at that point it didn’t seem real. After marriage and almost a year of training we have finally made it to the point where the hubby is there. He does the same work on the same type of boat and holy crap that is so crazy! When I first watched the video it didn’t seem real and now it is our reality. I am very proud of my husband, but I’m also certain he is off his rocker for volunteering to do this.

From one submariner wife to another – All I have to say is thank goodness they run out of food ­čÖé


We are in the “real” Navy now

IMG_6504 copy-001I’ve gone back and forth about blogging about my husband’s deployments during deployments. However, now that one is here I think it is something that I need to write about. This isn’t the first time he has been away during our relationship. After dating for about six months, he left for Officer Candidate School for four months. During the first 2 -3 months, we could only communicate via snail mail. It was hard to not speak to him, but I┬ácherish┬áthose letters. I am sure the mailman is happy to have one less stalker.

A week after we got married, he left again for two months for more training. We were able to talk, email and Skype throughout the entire time apart.

Then I was spoiled and had him for 8 months with no fear of having to leave. Sure, rotating shift work stunk, but at least I got to see him.

Now I find myself in a new home, in a new city on the opposite side of the country with a deployed husband. This was so not the plan. I knew he was going to deploy often and without much notice, but gezz. Can’t a girl get settled into a new home first?

Anyways, I’ve done my crying and moping. Now it’s time to buckle down and kick deployment #1’s trash! (or something like that)

To keep myself busy I’ve started applying for jobs, signed up for a marathon in June,┬áconvinced┬ámy parents to come visit me next month (it was really hard to talk them into that ­čśë ) and started taking a “Navy Spouse 101” course. After the first day I already have so many new resources and I kicked butt in the “guess the rank” game!

The good new is, I don’t have to plan real dinners (brown rice and sweet peas mixed together with tons of garlic powder anyone?) and I can go to the gym for as long as I want. I also don’t have to shave or wear makeup so it’s not all bad.

With Millie and Boomer, organizing the pantry (because yes, I did do that on a Friday night) and starting a life in Washington, the hubby should be home in no time.