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My daughter is 3 1/2.

Hubby has been deployed, in the field, in training, or stationed cross country for more than 50% of her life.

For only being 3 1/2, 50% of her life is a LOT!

The first two years of our marriage, my hubs was on the drill field, and I was on recruiting duty.

Basically, we slept in the same bed and never saw each other awake.

I got up at 3am some mornings to go to work while he got home at midnight.

The next 3 years of our marriage was spent with him deployed to Afghan twice, gone for a month here and there for the field, and gone here and there for schools, training evolutions, etc....you know...military stuff.

So when he requested to come on this duty to be an AMOI (google it if you don't know), he assured me that this would be the most "normal" 3 years of our lives.

He would work normal hours, have most weekends off, wouldn't deploy, and wouldn't go to the field.

He told me it would be like being married to a civilian!

Boy, what was I thinking?!

SERIOUSLY!

I should know better seeing as how I spent 10 years of my life in this gun club.

In 10 years, I don't think I've ever had a job with "normalness".

Why did I think it would miraculously change when I took off my combat boots and became just a MilSo?

GAH.

I'm thankful he's not deployed in Afghanistan in danger.

But seriously...there really is no such thing as a "normal" duty in this gun club...

At least for my family, I feel like.

I guess he'll have "normal" hours when he retires...

The count down has begun...

8 more years...