it would appear that the only part of the ship that is slacking with the unloading, relocating, and running is, of course, personnel. not that we need any documents or anything ... right. i'll live with my husband eventually ... even if it takes his remaining time in to get that far. of course, the day he had the last of his personal belongings settled into the barracks, they told him to pack and get out. something about having a dependant and not being eligible to stay there, despite the fact that we're waiting on the housing and his dependant is 2,000 miles away. i don't get it. but then again, i haven't understood a single line of navy babble i've heard yet. you can't fault me for desiring logic, efficiency, and dealing with people who speak real world english.
meanwhile, back at the ranch, our little gurl is now starting to crawl and mimic mommy's incoherent mutterings and the people that surround me in my day to day life are driving further toward homicidal tendencies.
once again, my sanity is at the mercy of naval inefficiency. all i want to do is leave here and get there before i end up spending the rest of my life in the pen for 18 counts of first degree murder. not that it won't be tempting while in base housing, but at least aaron will be there to pry the sword/baseball bat/dirty diaper out of my hand ... provided it doesn't happen on a duty day.
and people can't imagine why i would ever get frustrated and cranky.