Feeling VERY emotional right now.
We are heading into month #4 of waiting for orders. I have ALL KINDS of feelings about this, most of which are unfit for reading. Mostly, I just wish they'd hurry up and make a decision already, so I can *officially* get on with preparing for a move. Because we KNOW a move is going to happen, but can't do anything really official-like until they (the Navy) tells us that they are officially actually making a decision. Confused yet? Me too.
Meanwhile, I have to unofficially prepare to leave my job, prepare my house to be moved across-country (or wherever they decide...), prepare the kids' school stuff, get medical records, dental records, etc....but not officially, because, you know, we don't have official orders. Which we may have as little as 6 weeks to get it all together when that actually, officially happens.
Oh, yeah.
We're also wedding planning (eldest daughter and her fiance are doing most of this, but you know...), planning on what to leave with the two daughters who plan to stay here, including buying cars, selling cars, gather furniture....finding them places to live (anyone got any leads on CHEAPish places to rent around here, or how a newly-wed couple can get financing??). Of course, nothing official, because we have no end-date, because the Navy can't make up their danged minds about ANYTHING.
And then....
I'm also finishing up another degree. What was I thinking?!? Sigh. This week and next week, and I'll be done...and THAT has no impact whatsoever from or on the lack of official decisions. It is just another source of stress....
So, stressed to the max...
I want to CRY.
I want to SCREAM.
I want to punch someone...not that it would make anything better....
Limbo is where I am living, and it is a terrible place to be....
Semper Gumby, y'all.
