I'm in process of executing what feels like the slowest orders ever. I am currently TAD in San Diego for over 3 months while I attend various random Navy schools before I will eventually report to a precommissioning ship. For my kids, this is a completely mystifying experience. First off, they are actually awake when I leave for work in the morning. Secondly, they are amused by the fact that Mommy goes to school, not work. But every morning, our conversation usually follows something like this:
Me: All right, babies, I'm off to work. Be good for Daddy.
Owen/Anduin: Do you have a ship yet?
Me: No, I still don't have a ship.
Owen/Anduin: When are you going to have a ship?
Me: Not for a very long time.
Owen/Anduin: Where do you work then?
Me: In a building.
Owen/Anduin: A building??? That's silly.
That's right, sailors, the idea of us working in a building is silly.
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