The other day I tried to explain to a civilian friend just exactly why it is I'm "not allowed" to be upset, lose my mind, freak out, or show many other emotions that are so normal in everyone's life. Then today, I started cooking dinner at 1130, because it was quite possible that we would end up with dinner guests. The base had shut down, and no one was allowed to come or go. My house was open to anyone who might need a place to sleep or dinner that wasn't prepared by a greasy teen in plastic gloves. Ready at the drop of a hat, and there was nothing new or surprising about that situation.
All of that reminded me of words mostly attributed Erma Bombeck. She tells it beautifully. So I'll give you her words, because I cannot remotely explain my life any better.