Becoming "Normal" Again: UN-Geobaching

March 9 th I sat down and did some math. I really shouldn’t have done that because instead of calming me down it made me start to panic. Couldn’t breathe, sick to my stomach, completely irrational panic. I realized that as of that day my husband and I had known each other 1330 days. We had been married for 1166 days. We had spent 365 days apart because of overlapping deployments. In all that time we spent a grand total of 145 days together. And everything was about to change. We were FINALLY going to un-geobachelor. We were FINALLY going to be living under the same roof. We were FINALLY going to be a nice “normal” family again . And I had no idea how to process that. I’ll be honest, that first week wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. I know I don’t do change well. That is not news to me. But instead of being so excited that my husband was here I was struggling to like him. It’s amazing my husband wanted anything to do with me that first week. I burst into tears one day in the kitchen over cabinet doors. I was getting frustrated that all of his seabags were thrown into the spare room and boxes were piling up since we were not only moving him to me, but we were about to do a local move into a new apartment. We were living in chaos and I couldn’t take it. Now that we are settled into the new place things are starting to get better and we have started to find out new normal. We went from being a dual military couple , living very independently, to a one income couple that is together a lot. My husband is one of those men breaking the mold of what a military spouse is by being the stay at home husband. Now that he’s interviewing for jobs I’m realizing just how lucky I am to have had his support these past few weeks. I’m so thankful to have a husband that is not afraid of domestic duties. I come home from work and shy of having to cook dinner, everything is done! Having a husband that isn’t afraid to pitch in around the house, now that’s sexy! You’d be amazed at the role coffee plays in my marriage. I’ve always considered myself a morning person. However, since I’ve been living alone for the past three years I didn’t have to see anyone in the morning for at least an hour after I was awake. Now that my husband is here I’ve realized that he is a morning person and I am pretty much a Gilmore. I need at least one giant gulp of coffee before I become a human. The first few days he was here he managed to say more words to me in the first 10 minutes I was awake than I usually said in the first two hours; because again, I was use to being alone all morning. Once he realized that I’m not quite so perky before the caffeine hits my blood stream our mornings began running much more smoothly. It might seem silly, but him getting up and making sure I have coffee as I leave for work every morning has made me fall just a bit more in love with him than I already was. I will say, through all the chaos there has been one thing that has really gotten better…S. E. X. Let’s face it, when you live 502 miles away from your spouse and you only see each other every six weeks or so your sex life leaves something to be desired. Sure, we played catch up when we got to visit each other but remember that math I talked about before? 145 days spent together in 1330 days? We could only catch up so much in that little bit of time. Before I embarrass my husband (or my dad) I won’t gush too much about how great it is to be able to grab his hiney just because he’s walking past me in the hall. Or brag about how much I love being able to cuddle on the couch while we watch Dancing With The Stars together, making out during commercials. All jokes aside, living with my husband has given me a newfound appreciation for him and for our marriage. I’ve heard plenty of people say they would never live the geo-bachelor life. They would never separate their family that way. I can tell you from experience, never say never. You don’t know what the military is going to throw at you. Unaccompanied orders. Dual military assignments. Kids that need to be factored into family decision . These things happen. I was not exactly thrilled when I found out it we were being stationed apart. But now that it’s over I am weirdly thankful for the time we spent apart. I appreciate the time we now get together so much more. And it puts things into perspective when I start to stress open cabinet doors again. Cause you know, I think I’ll take open cabinet doors over not having my husband around. Connect with us on Facebook!

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