Sunday, March 6, 2016

Heels, Pearls, Yoga Pants, & Cheesy Puffballs

Hubs enlisted in the Army when we were babies and from the beginning as a spouse, I was taught that Officer's wives *just knew*: if you had a question they had an answer. They were well versed in everything Army, they knew how everything worked, by seemingly instinct. 4 years later I found myself as an Officers wife, not having a clue what to do and with kids in tow. *gasp* I wasn't a Military Academy wife, I wasn't an Officer's daughter, I attended one coffee when hubs was at LT school when I flew out to visit wherein we discussed the responsibility but no one actually said 'here's the handbook, welcome!'. Yet, all of a sudden, it felt like all eyes were on me and my family and I had no instincts. I bought every book I could find on how to be an Army wife and an Officer wife. Half of them were written in the late 50's and everything was black and white. The other half of them were written in the last 10 years and everything was grey. I tried to wing it the best way I could but always felt like I wasn't quite doing what was expected of me. I joined clubs, I attended services, I volunteered, I army wife'd the crap out of life. But I never felt like I was doing it quite right.