We’re still in a holding pattern here at Spectrummy House. In fact, it is going to take longer than we anticipated before things will get finalized. We had our hopes set on going to one of two hardship (differential) posts, and we were just waiting for the handshake*. As you can imagine, there aren’t a huge number of posts with the facilities we need for the kids with available positions for Spectrummy Daddy, so we were pretty pleased with the two we’d found. All either of them had to do was stick their hand out, and we’d have grasped it, as simple as that.
Damn, I said simple, didn’t I? Remember how I said nothing was simple with us? So, both of those posts went to other people. We have to wait and see if we are first choice with the other differential posts on our list. If we are, we go there. If not, we can apply for a waiver to go to a non-differential post. This means a whole lot more paperwork and waiting. I really hate waiting. I’m not so patient. I want to find good schools, and therapists, and doctors, and get on it quickly- but that is not meant to be.
Here is the weird thing, we know where we’re likely to go. We have accepted a handshake from a non-differential post. We’re excited, it will be a great experience for our family, but we can’t count on it, in case we don’t end up there. We really want to go there, not only are the schools great, English is the first language, there are plenty of good therapists, we could easily manage the allergies, and there is also decent health care. There is nothing like kids who can’t tell you something is wrong to make you terrified of tropical diseases. So, yes, this post would be exactly what we need for the next 3 years. I’m caught between the excitement and anticipation of our next move, and fear that it won’t happen. And in that case, where will we end up?
Our holding pattern continues. The plane is sitting on the runway, and I’m inside, frantically checking my documents, rearranging the overhead cabin**, and tightening and loosening my seat belt.*** I don’t know if we’ll get to our destination. We have to put our trust in the air traffic controllers to let us take off soon. I really hope that soon I’ll be able to make an in-flight announcement about the final destination.
If we are forced to deplane, you will hear my screams over the roar of the engines.
*A handshake is the term used when a position is offered to an officer, and s/he accepts it. Even under usual circumstances, this then has to go to a panel for approval.
**For some reason, although the rest of the house is in complete disarray, I’ve rearranged my cupboards to look like the abusive husband from Sleeping with the Enemy. I don’t suffer OCD, but give me enough anxiety and look what happens. It makes me think of Pudding lining up her toys last summer.
***Mostly loosening, there has been a lot of therapeutic chocolate consumption.