because the army said so

Hey moms.  Do you tell your kids "because I said so"?  It's ok, you can tell me.  I find myself saying it after Fletcher asks, "but whyyyy?" for the 40th time.  It's one of those cop-out phrases that just pops out of my mouth sometimes, and although I feel guilty when I say it, I know I will say it a million more times before Fletcher turns 18. 

And now I know how he feels.  I felt like whining, "but whyyyy???" when the army moved us from our lovely Chicago suburb to South Carolina.  I felt like whining, "but whyyyy???" when we found out the army was moving us from beautiful South Carolina to Missouri.  And now that we are here and going through the process of finding a house that doesn't seem to exist in this part of Missouri, I REALLY want to scream, "but WHYYYY????"  But I already know the answer.  Because the army said so.  And they put the food on our table, the roof over our heads, and the stuff from etsy in my mailbox, so I guess they're in charge.  And you learn quickly not to question the decisions handed down to you from the army, because there is NOTHING you can do about them. 

So we'll be here, living out of a hotel until we find the house that does not exist.  Asking "why?" in my head, but keeping up the happy for the littles.  And luckily?  They are happy just to hang out on a hotel balcony feeding Papa strawberries.

And a bowl of ice cream never hurt.