Unpacking Alone

Good morning and welcome to Thursday Thoughts. This month, we’re talking about military families and some of the things they face. Today, it’s about having to adjust quickly.

You’ve arrived at your new assignment. Your spouse has to report and get assigned to his/her new unit. That’s fine. You have a lot to do to make your quarters habitable. The first thing is waiting on the delivery of your goods, which amazingly have shown up on the scheduled date.
The truck pulls in. Soon, you have boxes everywhere and they’re numbered. Because you thought it would be a wonderful idea to number everything and keep a master list. You go over the inventory the crew has. It appears all of your boxes arrived, but without your handy dandy list, you’re not sure, and these guys have to get back to work. Biting your lip, you sign the form and notice you have thirty days to let someone know you’re missing something.
Okay. You’re now alone, expecting your spouse by lunchtime and with a ton of boxes to unpack. The kids are nowhere around. A neighbor invited them over for some fun and games while you got your house in order. That might a good thing, you decide, since you still haven’t found that master list you’re certain you put with the important records.
After an hour and no list, you decide that you’ll unpack and figure out where everything goes. Your living room already looks like a tornado hit it, what with all the stuff you have laying around that needs a place to put it but the new furniture isn’t coming until this afternoon.
First box open. Kids toys. Great. Those can get shoved to the side, until you have a toy box. Second box…
Is that your phone ringing?
After you answer it, your jaw drops open. Your spouse is going to deploy within the week. Every sense within you is screaming “oh, no, you’re not!” but this is your reality and you take a deep breath, noticing the furniture delivery showing up and there’s no place to put anything.
You’re first instinct is to sit in the middle of everything and have a good cry. After considering that for a moment, because it sounds really good, you call the neighbor and explain the problem.
“Solution!” she crows. “My older boys and their friends are bored out of their minds. I’m sending them over.”
Within seconds, you have five teenagers stacking boxes so the furniture can be set up. Once that’s done, these angels assist you with opening the boxes and get them into the proper room. Finally, after you order enough pizza for three armies to thank them, you’re organizing your family’s home.
No one will ever tell you being a military spouse is easy. It’s probably the most difficult job in the world. But you can do it. You are the wife of an active duty member of the military!


About K.C. Sprayberry
Living a dream she’s had since she first discovered the magic of books. K.C. Sprayberry traveled the U.S. and Europe before finally settling in the mountains of Northwest Georgia. She’s been married to her soulmate for nearly a quarter of a century and they enjoy spoiling their grandchildren along with many other activities.
A multi-genre author, K.C. Sprayberry is always on the hunt for new stories. Inspiration strikes at the weirdest times and drives her to grab notebook and pen to jot down her ideas. Those close to her swear nothing or no one is safe if she’s smiling gently in a corner and watching those in the same room interact. Her observations have often given her ideas for her next story, set not only in the South but wherever the characters demand they settle.

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