Three Little Words

Life often changes with three simple words. “I love you.” “Surprise-it’s twins!” “Let’s cancel cable.” Our life just went bum over teakettle when I told Big Sarge it was time to renew the lease. He looked at me and said three little words:


Sure, I knew that the promotion board was coming up this month and that there was a possibility he could be promoted, but it didn’t really set in my head until he spoke those words. What if this happens? What if we move? WHERE would we move? California? Kansas (#shoutouttoSharitaK)? Germany?

*takes a few deep breaths into a paper bag, and then several sips of wine*

I’m good, I’m good. It’s just that I’m a planner, and not knowing is harder than waiting for the next season of “Bates Motel” to come out on Netflix after you’ve binge-watched all 4 seasons in 3 days. I mean… I’ve heard. Not that I’ve done that. Ever.

First thing I have to do is focus on the known knowns. For example, I KNOW if he doesn’t get picked up for promotion we are staying here. I KNOW that we will find out the results of the promotion board in April or May. I KNOW I’m graduating in May (as long as I pass all my classes this semester), so it doesn’t really matter if we move or not, vis a vis my education.

That’s me with my transcripts–I better be getting a daggone bachelor’s degree after 214 credit hours.

Next I have to focus on the known unknowns. These are things I know I don’t know. Despite that impressive list of transcripts that is almost as tall as me, there is a lot I don’t know. Like how to speak Spanish, even though I took two semesters of it. Lo siento, Senor Moreno. I don’t know where our next duty station is (please Germany). I don’t know if we would have to move in the middle of the girls’ school year. I don’t know if we’re going to be able to find a home for the “bonus” kitty that found her way into our house before we move. *if anyone wants a cat named Puddin who likes to sleep in bathroom sinks, please let me know :)*

When I break it down, even though there’s a lot I don’t know, it’s more manageable to me. I didn’t know that Big Sarge was going to call me up one day and tell me that we were moving to Alaska, and it turned out to be the biggest adventure we’ve had.

Whatever the Army decides for us, I’ve got my own 3 words for it:



About Sarah

Sarah Anne is a former soldier turned Army wife. After 4 years as an Army cook, and 2 tours in the Middle East, she turned to the civilian side. She has been stationed at Fort Bragg, Fort Eustis, Fort Benning, and Joint Base Elmendorf-Richardson. Big Sarge (her husband) has many more years left in the Army, so they have more years left for big adventures. Sarah Anne has 2 daughters, Izzy and Bullet, and is currently a college student/Commander of Fort Housewife.

One Response to “Three Little Words”

  1. Hannah February 23, 2017 3:14 pm

    Thank you so much for your post! Ugh, I’m right there. We’re newbies and whatever station we’re going to, will be the very first one. Not knowing is the worst, but that’s what spreadsheets and long hopeful conversations about the “knowns” are for.

    Best of luck to you and yours!