Well, Judgement Day is here.
Most of you know about my family’s current troubles with a few of Dean’s poor choices and his risk of court martial. We have been waiting for a couple of months to find out what his punishment was going to be and today, he got it.
They decided not to court martial him because then he couldn’t go and die in Iraq like a good boy and so they have decided, instead to give him an article 15. The punishments for an article 15 range from a written reprimand, 14 to 45 days of extra duty, restriction to barracks, loss of one half months pay for two months and loss of anywhere from one rank to all of your rank.
Yesterday, they come to him and tell him that they are recommending that he serve extra duty but that they don’t want to mess with our pay or his rank because it would be devastating to my family financially. And then, today, they took all of it.
Eight years in the military and he is now a Private, something he has never been before. And…. we are fucked.
He got the forty five days of extra duty and the loss of all of his rank. They had told us that if they dropped him at all, it would only be one rank, but nope… he is allll the way down there and now has to earn it all back.
Had they taken the pay it would have only been half and for only two months… scary, but do-able. Instead, by dropping his rank, they have cut our pay in half for a very long time… as long as it takes him to promote back through the ranks. Could be a year…. could be more depending on if they want to promote him.
We’re barely making it now. This loss of rank seals the deal that we are now extremely fucked. We are not going to be able to make it. We have four kids and two adults. There is gas to be bought and formula and food and bills and now our rent just went up another hundred bucks.
There’s no way in hell.
Plus, his 45 days of extra duty is going to suck really badly. He’ll be working until 11 at night every day for the next 45 days. That’s until August 19th…. a week before the pool closes and I can’t juggle Emi and Olivia and Owen at the pool by myself so their summer is ruined. Fuck. Everything is ruined.
I am pretty sure that we will be saying goodbye to the cable and the internet.
45 days with an infant who wakes up for hours in the night. 45 days with three bored children and no cable or internet. I see exhaustion coming on very quickly for the108 and the109.
I’m raging pissed off right now. I am in hysterics. I hate Dean and I hate the whole shitty world. I hate knowing that we will have a really shitty year and then he will go to fucking Iraq. I hate being alone here in this place and I hate being fucking poor. I hate going from poor to REALLY poor. I want to smack somebody. I want to kick the shit out of something and scream.
I am so mad and sad and upset right now. I want to kick his ass for this. I’m sick of it. Sick sick sick sick sick of it all.
I’m going to have to seriously find a way to supplement our income somehow. Pay per post ads are not going to be enough. Mags has suggested making headers and graphics for people for a fee to use on their blogs but who in the hell would I get to buy them? How much do you charge for something like that?
I have to make money. From here. While I play with my kids and do laundry and cook and clean and feed a baby and give baths and read stories and vacuum and go fucking insane. Probably without internet.
hate hate hate hate hate hate hate anger anger anger anger anger anger anger fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I hate that people can make mistakes that others then have to pay for.
But thank GOD he didn’t get thrown out of the Army! At least he still gets to go to Iraq for 18 months!