"Bitch, bitch, bitch." It's all I'm going to do in this post. If you don't wanna read it, I understand. I just need to get this off my chest, because I've already vented to Katie....and she said I'm allowed to do this!
We all knew when homecoming was. The guys knew, the wives and girlfriends knew, and me and Danny knew. If my husband was coming home from war, I would make sure he had a place to live (or atleast something lined up that would be happening soon) or at the very least...a hotel for him to stay at for a few days.
For weeks leading up to the guys homecoming I offered our house for people to stay, help with transportation, help finding places to live and sleep, hell...I went as far as offering to purchase a plane ticket for one of the wives because she wasn't sure if she could make it up. All of it went under answered, so I assumed everything was taken care of.
Boy was I wrong.
The guys were supposed to be home Saturday night..but like we all knew, it was pushed back. Well, I guess that's a good thing because one of the girls didn't even get here until Tuesday at 6PM. Me and Danny were invited to homecoming by Danny's best friend who was coming home, but we thought it should be a family thing (afterall, we wouldn't want a ton of people there when Danny got home.) So, we're old and headed to bed, and the phone rings. They can't get on base. They want to use our car to get on base...my first thought is no (no, not because I'm a bitch..but because the girl doesn't have a license.) But Danny says yes because there is another driver. Okay, fine. So we are getting ready to do the car exchange and plans change. They don't need the car anymore.
The next day, one of the guys visited me with his girlfriend. I asked her where they were staying. Her answer? "I don't know, he has to find a place." Uh...okay? Three hours later, a whole bunch of homecomings later, there are no hotels. I bet you'll never guess who got a phone call to drive an hour away to help check into a hotel because he's not 21.
That same night, actually 3AM, the phone rings. Danny's best friend needs a ride to work in the morning. Done. Except the phone keeps ringing, the texts are flowing in, and my blood pressure is going through the roof. Seriously.
The last straw came when I asked four people over for a cookout. Four people accepted, so there is a total of 6. So, I plan a bacon-wrapped filet, potato salad, corn on the cob cookout. How many people show up? Six. Who doesn't have enough food? Me. How embarrassing is defrosting burgers and not having enough of anything.
I'm sure I blew this entire thing out of proportion. I know being married to a Marine, I need to learn to be more flexible. However, these things have absolutely nothing to do with the military...it has everything to do with life and common sense. I don't think it's right to have someone come home from serving their country and not have anything ready for them. No place to live, and they need a place in three days. With so many homecomings this week, that's almost impossible. Especially since he has leave and won't even be here to find a home!
I don't like when plans change that I actually have control over, and maybe I'm uptight. And the only question I'm asking you guys is, is it fair to the guys to have absolutely nothing lined up when they come home?
And yes, as I write this..I realize how dumb this all is. But I was aggravated after our little cookout and needed to get this out!
