You Could Tell Me, But You’ll Have To Kill Me

I could never be a politician. I’d spend my entire day pulling my own foot out of my mouth. I spend most of my day doing that anyway, but it’s usually only broadcast to the 6 people who read my personal blog. My family sometimes suggests that I have a bit of a sharing problem, and I’m sure they’re right. No one really needs to hear about my latest breakthrough in therapy, but I find that writing about it is actually more therapeutic than anything. (One SpouseBUZZ blog under my belt and I’m already talking about therapy. Excellent start.)

I mention my inability to stay tight-lipped because I have a REALLY hard time with this whole OPSEC (Operational Security) thing. How much information is enough to help those who wish to do us harm? If I write about my husband’s deployment/TDY/day-to-day activities, will I jeopardize the overall mission? And then there’s the fact that my husband’s boss happens to be the President of the United States. If I express my very strong political views here, on our blog, or on Facebook, will that damage his career? For these reasons should I come up with a pen name? Like Motor-Mouth Military Mom? Wait, that actually has quite a nice ring to it.

I started to really consider my words after our military recently got involved in the Libyan mess. Obviously, since we are stationed in Europe, our life has been exceedingly hectic these past several weeks. There is so much information, misinformation, rumor, speculation, and uncertainty that it produces a huge amount of anxiety for those of us who don’t have a clue what’s happening.

On the one hand, I’d like to know where are lives are headed. What can I expect? When can I have my husband back? Why does everyone keep saying, “I don’t know” when I know they really do? But then I think about my tendencies (remember, you already know about therapy), and I realize that it’s for the best. It would surely be me who leaked some random information on Facebook and blew the whole operation. And let’s not even consider how my strong opinions might warrant a call from my husband’s commander telling me to cool it.

So, dear husband, since I’m sure you’re reading (screening) this, I thank you for your ability to stay tight-lipped. It’s best that I stay blissfully ignorant for the sake of national security. And it’s also best that you continue to screen my craziness for any shred of career-damaging nonsense.

(If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of my CIA application going up in flames.)

Am I the only one who finds it horribly difficult to NOT talk publicly about something that is so much a part of our daily lives?

About Katy Morgan

Katy currently resides in England with her Air Force hottie, their baby boy and a manic depressive dog they threaten to give away on a weekly basis. If he eats one more dirty diaper, she may just do it. In their first five years of marriage, she and her husband moved seven times. Seven times. Katy is proud to say she has changed locations more times than the majority of America's Most Wanted. And equally proud that she has not yet found herself on such quality American programming.

Speaking of programming, Katy has a journalism degree and loves all aspects of film, TV, radio, Internet, and live production. However, she has found her niche as a stay-at-home mom and a self-employed executive communications coach. Katy's passion is to teach business professionals how to confidently deliver effective presentations, and she does that with her corporate seminars and one-on-one coaching.

In her spare time, Katy blogs about everyday life as a military spouse and mom living in a foreign country. She is trilingual and speaks fluent English, British English, and Air Forceese. She seamlessly composes sentences like these: "Honey, since we're on the VML, could you talk to TMO about our PCS – and ask them why it's taking donkey's years for them to give us a bell? I'm about to go off my trolley!"

She hopes to one day turn her love for writing into enough money to support her decorating habit. But for now she constrains her caviar taste to their Spam budget. For now.