3. Husbands Exist.
Think about it: We live with spouses who are (inadvertently) disgusting. My husband, for example, is a wonderful man … but he is also a big man, and sometimes a smelly man, and always a man who seems to delight in leaving a trail of socks, boot bands and various pieces of gear strewn around the house. Like the worst and most poorly executed treasure hunt ever.
I am fully aware that, however neatly I arrange the trays on my coffee table and the throw pillows on my chairs, that coffee table and those chairs will inevitably be used as dumping grounds for candy wrappers, and dirty uniforms, and those godforsaken socks.
Am I ranting? Yes. But I also know this has been a point of contention in every military household since … well, ever. Roman soldiers’ spouses were probably getting on their case for leaving their galea (read: funny broom helmets) all over the floor. Galea, kevlar, it’s all the same. And it stings when you trip over it.
Maybe all I’m saying is that it’s pretty flippin’ impossible to have a Pinterest-pretty house when you’re PCS-ing every few years. When you’re married to a soldier, a sailor, an airman or a Marine.
