Deployment Diva

How did I end up here?  Married to a man in the Army, with 2 kids, in a town I don’t know, living a fair distance from Family and friends, on a career break and solo-parenting.  I blame a Christmas Party and Sauvignon Blanc, but that’s another story. 

Don’t get me wrong I kind of knew what I was signing up to when I married a man in the Army.  Most of my family have links to the military so it has always been a part of my life.  However, I naively thought that you marry the man and not the job (yes, yes, yes I see you shaking your heads in despair). Of course you marry for love, but I quickly realised that Braai Boy had a Mistress, the third person in our relationship…..his job.  On the plus side at least I am not competing with a svelte, youngster with curves in all the right places and stretch marks in none!

So, here I am a Deployment Diva (again).  Deployment is a funny thing, you miss them, of course you do. But then, you get into a rhythm and routine and life without them becomes the norm.  For the family left at home Deployment almost seems easier than for those that are deployed; they have no home comforts and a whole family to miss. 

That said, for the Deployment Diva having your ‘back-up’ in another country is tough.  You’re on call 24/7 for the Kids, there is rarely any down time, you cannot be ill or tired and then there’s the school runs and Mama’s taxi service.  Life becomes a bit like Ground Hog day, the same thing at the same time day after day after day.   But, as they say, every cloud, so let’s look at the positives ……you can star fish in bed, the remote control is all yours, you can eat all the food he hates, you make ALL the decisions about everything without having to compromise AND you can buy all the stuff you want without being questioned, ‘is that a need or a want?’ it’s neither dear husband but I must have it.

When Braai Boy’s away I survive on caffeine, Sauvignon Blanc, chocolate and trashy TV.  Now there’s a thing, trashy TV.  With full control of the remote I get to watch what I want, when I want and have no-one sitting next to me on the sofa muttering about my choice of TV.  On that note the its after 7pm, the Kids are quiet (they may even be asleep – pah! who am I kidding?), I am in control of the remote so I’m off to watch Love Island.

Author: charliefoxtrotmama

Mama to 2 kids and an Army wife. Life’s a cluster but it’s all part of the adventure. This blogs about the highs, lows and hilarity that come with being a Mama and an Army wife. If my waffle helps someone realise that it is life that is a bit bonkers not them, and to smile when it all seems a bit sh*tty, well, I’ll be happy

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