Today Boychik had a “promotion
ceremony.” If they had called it a
graduation, I would’ve punched someone in the throat. Why?
Well, I’ve always had it
explained to me that to graduate is to FINISH a course of study or receive a
diploma. Kindergarten isn’t finishing a
course of study. Neither is fifth grade
or eighth grade. The “diplomas” that these
graduates receive and 3 bucks will get you a Café-Mocha-Vodka-Valium Latte. In other words, they’re less useful than a
high school or Associate’s degree, particularly in our present economy.
In other news, yesterday was his
birthday. He got a gold power ranger
from me, and a bear in fatigues from his teachers. He picked out pizza and cupcakes for his
supper. And he told me “I miss my daddy.”
During his melt-down today he told me
the same thing at least twice. But I
held on, I didn’t cry; even though I really wanted to.
The hubs has stated that he will
have orders and be in the states in two weeks.
Again, I will believe it when I see it.
He’s also told me not to get my hopes up about joining him before he is
discharged. Um… DUH?
Why would the military do something so kind and compassionate for a
family that’s been forcibly separated as long as ours has? Silly D, why on earth would the military
allow you to be a part of your children’s lives again when they can just send
you back to a state half-way across the country from your wife and
children? I mean really, how will the
airlines survive without us having to pay for a plane ticket every time you
want to see your kids? Sure, it’s not going
to be the $1500 we’ve paid every year for the past 3, but it’s still SOMETHING
for those poor broke airline owners to take from us.
Yeah, I’m still angry. Angry that D’s got no guarantee that we can
be with him. Angry that the command he’s
under pretty much stole him from his children for three years. I’m angry that I cannot fix this situation
without breaking the lease and paying for a moving service that I can’t
afford. Mostly, I’m angry at the apathy
of his NCO’s and the fact that the solution they gave him was to drink and try
to socialize at a bar since he was in Europe alone. Missile, I am so thankful to you and your
family for taking in D and keeping him from drinking himself to death. And I’m mad as hell at D’s branch. Mad enough that I wouldn’t piss on them if
they were on fire.