Okay, I’m not really trying to rip on my loving husband, but he’s in a really lovely region right now. Sometimes, it’s hard to empathize with him working long and crazy hours when he’s in a highly desirable area and I’m not. Yes, that’s my jealous bone sticking out. I’ve said it time and again that I really try to keep it at bay, and he even reminds me that his travels are part of a mission. I know. I know. I don’t like to admit it, but I do know. I’ve found the way to really push his buttons just for fun is to say, “Have fun on vacation” when he’s packing to leave. For some reason, he really doesn’t like that. 😉
To give a bit of background: my husband is currently serving as supervisor of a team that works on highly specialized equipment. The team is sent on deployments at odd intervals to make critical systems operational which often has a direct impact on the readiness of a particular fleet of ships. He loves this job, but it takes a toll. The trips are sporadic and can be short but have often been extended beyond the original schedule because of surprise changes or even the lack of communication up the chain.
Recently he telephoned and explained that this trip had been extended. I should have expected it. After all, I’m not new to this rodeo. I didn’t cry. I didn’t jump up and down. I didn’t say much, except “Get home as soon as you can.” Really I can’t complain, this stint doesn’t usually take him away from home as long as sea duty does, but still, it’s wearing on a girl–especially when he’s in a spectacular travel destination. This particular destination happens to be a place I’ve never been, but he’s been many times over. He says he gets bored with the scenery, especially as he only sees it after long hours sweating in the heat. I imagine that could be true, but I’m still envious.
Can a wife truly not be jealous every now and again? Sure, their jobs are tough and grueling at times. Many times these guys are even in regions where danger is imminent, but it’s the few times that they are in lovely areas that makes you want to rush to your local military recruiting office and sign on the dotted line. Hey, recruiter, send me to the tropics. Send me somewhere nice. We all know how that can go though (BTDT), but I digress.
In his defense (yes, I can be empathetic), he didn’t get off work until 2am this morning, having started at 7am yesterday. It’s been like that this whole trip for these guys. Yes, it stinks. They could be out having a grand old time–lots of fun in the sun, but they are not. They are performing a vital job. So, am I though! (Cue “I Am Mom Hear Me Roar” music) I’m raising three little stinkers and I’d love to be doing it under some palm trees. That might make it seem a little less taxing. 🙂