We recently found out that we could be PCS'ing as soon as October, and as excited as I was to be leaving Massachusetts before the dreaded winter, slight panic started to set in.
PCS'ing is never easy on a military family, but when you throw in kids into the whole mess, it becomes a whole different beast.
PCS'ing was SO much easier when Dannika wasn't in school.
She was in day care, but she was too young to really understand goodbyes and moving.
She was just happy to be moving somewhere new to be with daddy again after being apart for a year.
This has been our first duty station where Dannika will probably actually remember living at later on in life.
She's formed close friendships, bonds, and has a familiarity with this place than anywhere else she's been.
It's become "home" to her more than it has to Nick and I.
She's registered for Kindergarten in the Fall, and I'm terrified for her to start school, just to pull her out to move a month and a half later.
To be honest, we don't even know what part of College Station we'll be moving to, so we have no idea what school she'll be at when we get down there!
Another thing I realized is that we'll probably be in Texas for about 3 years (at the most), and Dannika will yet again be pulled out of school (she'll be in 2nd grade) to move to Virginia for 6 months while Nick attends The Basic School (TBS).
Then after he completes TBS, we'll be headed to Lord knows where for his MOS school for just a few short months.
It won't be until after MOS school that we will get orders to an actual permanent duty station, and even then, we won't be there THAT long.
I keep wondering how all this moving is going to affect our children's education, and most importantly emotionally and psychologically.
I've had people tell me to stay in Texas by ourselves until Nick is completely done with training and gets settled in at a duty station.
This is absolutely something that I refuse to do.
I've always told Nick that I'd follow him anywhere and everywhere the Corps sends us.
We are a family, and we stick together.
We are constantly forced apart by the Marine Corps, and there is no way that I could justify not sticking by him when the military allows us to go somewhere with him.
It's unfair to our children to be away from their father, and it's unfair to Nick to force him to go through Marine Corps life alone without his support network...us.
This has been weighing so heavily on my heart lately.
Any advice, thoughts, and/or prayers would be really appreciated!
And because I have a thing about having photos up on every blog post...
This chicka started dance camp this week!
It's 6 glorious hours a day where I only have to be responsible for one child!
We went to go pick up big sister yesterday, and this little guy was SO happy to see her and be surrounded by all the pretty girls!
As our Week 6 of our countdown treat, Dannika requested we go to Chuck E. Cheese.
Y'all know I hate Chuck E. Cheese, but seeing her smile and have so much fun was worth it.
Yes, that is a look of worry on Mattis' face.