Monday, Monday

I am not a slanderer of Monday. I don't buy into the hype that Monday is any worse of a day of the week than any other. However, I'm happy to bid a "Good riddance!" to yesterday's Monday. Wowza, what a day.

While trying to keep a stiff upper lip after all that could go wrong, had, Sexy Guy decided that at the end of such an eventful day was a good time to tell me that the information about the housing we were expecting to get for this next assignment, was in fact, incorrect.

Stiff lower lip may have quivered a bit.

He proceeded to explain that although we are now at a higher rank and have some of the better choices of base housing than we did as airmen, we weren't going into the housing we had been told was available for SNCOs. Perfect.

Of course I already had shown my friends where we'd live on google maps, explained to the kids how awesomely close we'd be to the school and still have great views of the ocean. I even gloated a little inside knowing that on the terribly windy days, we wouldn't have to go far to get the kids safely indoors.

For those of you not connected to me by FB, here's a look at what the wind speeds can be in the winter.

 

 

Photo credit: Lajes Field Azores FB page USAF

I know better than to EVER gloat (even just to myself), because life has a way of body slamming me back to humility.

Reality is: We will have the FARTHEST walk to the school. My kids will need to be tethered to me like little human kites. The children who can whinge like nobody will be such a joy to walk to school.


 And images like these:

Photo credit USAF Housing

Photo credit: USAF Housing

Oooh, a garage will allow a place for our football table, crafts and camping gear to be stored neatly and easily accesible without crowding our living space.








I can live with this kitchen. Have you seen some of the kitchens I've endured in England? Yeah, looking forward to this.










  
Have been replaced with these:

Photo credit: USAF Housing

Someone should really educate the photographer that keeping the blinds closed on a sunny day is NOT the best way to sell a small living area.


There will be no garage.


The kitchen is half the size and about as basic as you could find.





You mean to tell me THIS is the dining AND living area?

Photo credit: USAF Housing

So, I raised the white flag and went to bed... before I burst into tears in front of everyone I have been cheerleading for. I know my limits. I can NOT see the bright side of an atomic blast if I'm tired. 

Here in England, we've have small glimpses of sunlight over the last couple of months; our family is moving forward as if we are relocating to the island even though there's been no confirmation to support or deny that, and now with this change of possible housing available, I know that even more painful purging must occur if we are going to survive two years living on top of each other.

But, 

in my youth Sunday school class this week, I spent 45 minutes expounding on focusing on the "grand plan" or the "finish line". I tried to impart to them the importance of not worrying over the little things that clog up our minds and lives and taught them that they needed to keep their eyes focused on a bigger purpose.


I should have KNOWN that I was going to have the opportunity to  practice what I was preaching.

I think next Monday Eve, I'll teach them how sometimes, when you least expect it, everything just falls into place.

Yeah, I like it. I'm sure that lesson would be approved by the church education system...


Disclaimer: I will not always be moaning. I actually look forward to filling up the giant void that's out there on the internet when one searches for information on Terceira. There's so much that no one is posting about!