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Disappointment then immediate undisappointment (sort of)
Sir is in the Navy and has been promoted to Chief. This is a REALLY big deal. I am so proud of him!
This entails 6 weeks of basically hazing (though nothing physical other than extra working out) and training culminating in his pinning where he gets his anchors (pins in the shape of fouled anchors for his collar) and the Khaki Ball (a not quite formal dinner where all the chiefs and their significant others celebrate the new chiefs.)
Usually all of this is command specific. Each ship or command has their own training and khaki ball. The ship that is the “sister ship” to my Sir’s ship only had two people advance, so they have pooled together with Sir’s ship because it’s kind of hard to run the program with only 2 participants. This is unusual, but not unheard of.
Sir informed me weeks ago of the date of his pinning and of the Khaki ball and we made plane and car and hotel reservations for the children and I to spend a week with him. One of my good friends agreed to watch our crazy dogs for us.
The Khaki ball was slated for Thursday Sept. 22. Because the Captain of Sir’s ship wanted to give all the new chiefs a four day weekend as sort of a congratulatory gift.
The captain of the other ship, however, has seniority and yesterday decided to change the date, time, and venue of the part to after we will already be gone because he doesn’t want to give his two sailors two extra days off.
It will cost over $1000 just to change our flights, another almost $750 in hotels, another $100 for keeping the car longer, and my friend can’t watch the dogs longer as she is going out of town the day after we get back.
Sir decided that, as disappointing as it is, I will not get to go to his first Khaki Ball.
Yes, I am disappointed for me. Who doesn’t like to get dressed up and go to a fancy party and have a night away from the kids? But mostly I am disappointed for him. He has worked SO hard in the last 4 years to get this promotion (and he got it a full 4 years earlier than average) and the past few weeks have been HELL on him with little sleep, little personal time, and pretty much being back in boot camp. And now he has to go to HIS party alone. Yes, there will be other ones. Every year. But this is HIS. And I feel so badly for him that someone can just sweep in and take it away from him just because he can.
To his credit Sir told me to bring my party dress and sparkly shoes anyway because the night that was supposed to be the khaki ball he was taking me out to paint the town. That he would rather have an evening alone with me doing whatever we wanted instead of some stuffy old party anyway. And I know on some level that is true. But the thought of him having to go alone still makes me so sad!
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