Sometimes I just want to cry.
Not that spiritual high type cry when the Spirit is super strong.
It's the completely helpless type cry that I'm experiencing these days.
And it's driving me crazy!
so.
I'm in a funk. And I probably won't be too pleasant to be around until I can get this all sorted out.
Things floating through my mind and weighing heavily on my heart are:
~ Popeye was offered a job. A low-paying job in an obscure part of the country where LDS population is minimal if not non-existant. One problem with that is we're not sure if the boss wants Popeye to conform to a standard that he just can't do. Another problem, if Popeye has to go away for the Navy, my support system is very far away from me & would I kill my children?
~ Popeye was told of a job in Tennessee for the Navy that will last 2 or more years. We'd be able to move with him. But when that job is finished, what would he do? He would be pushing 50 years old and no law enforcement agency would hire him at that point.  And apparently it's really hard to get into a career with the Navy if you're an MA.
~ MA's for the Navy are being asked to volunteer to go to Afghanistan for a year. If they don't get enough volunteers then they'll start randomly choosing individuals to go. Popeye feels like his number is up and he won't be able to dodge the bullet this time around.
~ Do we decline scenario #1 above and hope for a better (higher paying & closer to civilization/family) agency? Or do we risk it all and go there, hoping the "good ol' boy" mentality won't be enforced and that my sanity will stay in tact?

I am so upset and torn right now that nothing feels right and everything feels wrong. And that makes matters so. much. worse.

On a lighter note - the van got fixed and runs beautifully! Love this.
So. That's that.