In WWMotD (Part I), we took a look at the argument that this deployment is kicking my ass. I blithely promised that in Part II, I would enumerate all the ways in which I was actually winning at this deployment.
I never should have tempted Murphy so. He apparently took it as a personal challenge and thereafter set out to prove that this deployment is kicking my ass — now with added bonus steel-toed boots!
The fact that my air conditioner shit the bed today after I’d already had a repairman out to fix (“fix,” apparently) it on Friday is merely the icing on the cake. I get it, Murphy. You win. You have officially wiped the milspouse can-do, grin-and-bear-it, independent-and-proud-of-it smile off my face. I just want my husband to come home before a bolt of lightning from some unholy partnership between Murphy and Zeus fries all the electronics in the house just to punctuate my abject non-winningness, or something.
Happy frakking Independence Day. We have proven that I am not.