Just do it – visit your spouse during R&R

| September 28, 2017 | 0 Comments

The Molinaris enjoy their outing and time together during a Tanzanian safari. (Photo courtesy of Lisa Smith Molinari)

Lisa Smith Molinari
Contributing Writer

“There’s no way I can go to Africa,” I told my husband, Francis, over a bad Skype connection. He was halfway through a yearlong deployment to Djibouti, East Africa, and wanted me to meet him during his R&R (rest and relaxation or recuperation) for a Tanzanian safari.

“C’mon, Honey. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance,” Francis pleaded between Internet blips.

I sighed, heavily, thinking of all the reasons why I couldn’t go.

Who would watch the kids? Hayden had football on Tuesday and Thursday nights, with games on Saturday afternoons. Anna had select soccer on Monday and Wednesday afternoons, with games on Saturday mornings. And Lilly had pee wee Soccer on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, with games also on Saturday mornings, but on a different field across town.

To make matters worse, I had snack duty almost every week and carpooled to practices with another military mom. Add Hayden’s speech therapy twice a week, Boy Scouts on Monday nights, and piano lessons for all three kids on Wednesdays, and our schedule was a logistical nightmare.

Dinghy, our 110-pound Labradoodle, was sweet, but his normal dog sitter had recently dropped him because he had earned a “D” on his doggie report card. Apparently, she had to chase him around her kitchen when he ran off with an entire rotisserie chicken he stole from the counter. Where would Dinghy go if I gallivanted off to Africa?

Plus, I would need shots for typhoid, yellow fever, cholera, hepatitis A and B, rabies, meningitis, tetanus, diphtheria, measles and influenza – and pills for malaria! When would I have the time to make all those clinic visits?

Even more excuses
Furthermore, our circa 1981 house had a lot of quirks. The original Florida Heat Pump sputtered away, despite being several years past her recommended lifespan. What if she finally gave up the ghost?

I had jury-rigged the refrigerator’s icemaker after it broke. What if someone else wouldn’t know how to make it work? I had babied our fragile garbage disposal. What if someone let a spoon slip down the drain? What if someone didn’t know how to get the toilet tank flapper to seal like I do? What if someone ran the mower over one of the sprinkler heads?

Even if I solved all the “what ifs,” there was still the problem of our budget. We didn’t have funds for a trip to a Motor Lodge in Schenectady, much less an African safari.

Surely, meeting Francis for his R&R was an impossible dream.

Making it happen
But suddenly, there I was. In row 53, sipping a Baileys on ice, on a flight to Kilimanjaro International Airport.

It was something Francis had said. “Once-in-a-lifetime chance …” had rattled in my brain, eventually giving way to the adage, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”

My mother traveled to our house to watch the kids for 10 days. Friends and neighbors helped with carpools, practices, grass cutting and dog walking.

I received 14 shots and popped my malaria pills. Flights were booked, safari excursions were picked and a new credit card was procured to pay for it all.

After reuniting with Francis in Kilimanjaro, we spent the night under a mosquito-netted bed in a tiny coffee plantation cottage, were kittens mewed from their nest in the thatched roof. In the days that followed, we traveled with our guide, Mussa, staying overnight in rustic tented camps.

We watched elephants and leopards in Tarangire National Park. We spied rhinos and flamingos in Ngorongoro Crater. We squatted in a smoky dung hut with a Masai tribal chief. We gazed at wild animals and incredible sunsets in the Serengeti. We visited a dirt floor orphanage to play with children and make a donation.

The impossible dream had become a reality, and surprisingly, our household did not fall apart. Not only did we recharge our deployment batteries, reuniting with my husband allowed me to share in his military adventure.

Although I try not to think about how much interest we accrued on that credit card debt, the trip to see my husband was, quite simply, worth every cent.

Category: Standing Columns, The Meat and Potatoes of Life

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