Sunday, August 23, 2009
Christopher spent a year or more, waking up early and going to bed late, every single night, Saturdays included, studying for his Staff Sergeant test. There was almost always a highlighter in his hand, and on the rare occasion that it wasn't, it was probably in between the couch cushions staining up our leopard print couch cover. Okay, so the stains came out. He would leave his study material laying around everywhere, on the floor, on the kitchen table, which would make it open season for the toddler to tear through, needing my urgent rescue daily. In May, the big testing day finally rolled around. Christopher went down to the designated torture chamber, and took it like a man. He put on his patient pants and waited three loooong months for the results to be posted. Thursday morning when I woke up, I glanced at the clock, it was 7:42. I was supposed to go downstairs and refresh the results page at a thousand clicks per second, just in case I could access the page before he could.
At 8:10, I got a text message simply saying "I made it". I was still upstairs juggling babies and good morning outfits, never having made it to the computer like we had planned.
Congratulations babe! All your hard work payed off. Even though you won't put your real stripes on until next summer (for now hes just a set of sticker stripes, he doesn't get the actual promotion for another year, another reason why the Air Force is awesome), you're still my Staff Sergeant, right now.
...man that was lame, haha.