Time is going by too fast!

While Tim was gone, the time just dragged. I didn't think we'd ever PCS. All of a sudden he's back, there's a ton of stuff to do, and we're leaving in less than 2 weeks. I was so careful to make sure all the dogs' paperwork was done correctly and months ahead of time. So what do I do? I sit on the paperwork until I realize, it's not going to get there in time! I had to overnight it there to make sure it got there the required 10 days before they do.



Then we moved the HHG pack and pick up dates a few days earlier only to find out that we can't change our move out date and we can't leave any earlier because of the dogs. So instead we will spend a week in an empty house. You'd think he just joined the army and this was our first PCS.



I was hoping for a direct flight for the dogs' sake but apparently the people at transpo aren't that smart. It took them forever to find Tim's name on his orders. Then they made the tickets for his report date and told him he couldn't get there any earlier than his report date. Hi, we'd like to get there before the day he has to report for work. Then they told him I couldn't go because I wasn't authorized. This is while she held the concurrent orders in her hand. They forced us to go to a brief that you only have to go to if you PCS to another country. The guy who gave the brief came up to us before he started and told us we didn't have to be there but we asked him if we could stay because they wouldn't give us our tickets otherwise. We finally get our tickets and I ask if they are direct flights and she said yes. Apparently she thought I asked "is this a direct flight to a place that is not our final destination?" It's not a direct flight so now I have to figure out what I have to do with the dogs and if we have time during our layover to let the dogs out. At the end of this trip, they'll have been in their kennels for 18 hours straight. I tried to ask a few more questions but apparently we weren't speaking the same language and fearing that the level of frustration would reach dangerous levels, my husband kindly escorted me out. Instead, tomorrow I'll have to call the airline and try to figure some stuff out.



We traded in the Jeep today. It served us well for the last 8 years but sadly due to neglect during deployments, the 9th year was miserable and it was time to part ways. We went with a used Honda Pilot. Oh how I love that it doesn't make scary squealing noises every time we turn on the air conditioner. It doesn't shake uncontrollably when we stop at lights. It doesn't have all the bells and whistles but I love it just the same! Now we have to figure out if we can ship it without the tags and title. And I'll have to register it in GA only to re-register it in HI 35 days later. Don't you love it when you trade in one problem and stress for another?

Tomorrow will be a full day of phone calls and trying to figure out how I'm going to survive the next 2 weeks. Please pray that my husband and I don't hurt each other. The stress is taking it's toll!