It has to get EASIER

It was a nice weekend with plenty of down time. Sundays are family day in Germany- a concept that I do love. You're not allowed to work outdoors (no lawn mowing, etc...) and it's a quiet day. It actually was nice to have a family day to just chill together.
Today started out alright. I had a spouses orientation on base for 3 1/2 hours. Jim went in to work, left to pick me up and drop me off at my class. He kept Caden in his office for the morning. At 12:30, my class was over so he picked me up and drove us both home and dropped us off since he had to go back to work. We had to go around the table and say our name and how long we were stationed here. Out of no where, I fell apart. Tears didn't flow but my eyes welled up and I struggled to talk. I got my name out, it was the "t h r e e y e a r s" that I had a tough time saying. It's been a long three weeks, how am I going to make it three years? Of course, the AF Chaplin was in there waiting to brief us, and a family support person ready as well. I think they were both ready to take me in and give me therapy or religion since their comments were totally directed to me. I let the Chaplin know I really was ok, I haven't cried for 2 weeks now... doing better. Anyhow, I learned good information- lots of the German culture and got some help with RECYCLING... aah... so complicated!

Not long after Jim dropped us back off at home, I went outside with Lady and Caden followed... closing the door behind him. Another thing we can't figure out are these doors. They lock as you close them- they're awful. So after 3 years of yelling to keep the doors shut to keep the AC in, we're saying... make sure you don't close the door and get locked out. I always put a towel in front of the door because I've been so afraid this would happen to me. It did. I found a neighbor across the street home, thank goodness as I showed up with a dog and kid as I'm wearing slippers- nice. Then, I didn't know Jim's number at work or even what unit he's in. I know it's Headquarters something which means nothing since this base is Headquarters for everything in Europe. I finally called the school, asked for them to look up his office number (he wasn't in his office, of course), then got his supervisor's number which we happened to leave as an emergency number. He finally tracked Jim down and I got the call back that he was on the way. It has to get easier... I keep telling myself. I think we'll be getting extra keys made to keep outside.