Somewhere along the route of our PCS between Corpus Christi, Texas, and Monterey, California, our daughter (then 2 years old) had an absolute meltdown at a rest stop. Anyone who has ever been halfway through a PCS knows that feeling — we’re always just one snafu from losing it. But her meltdown wasn’t about packing or orders or even in protest of where we were going. Her ugly cry was in response to being told she, a 2-year-old child, could not drive the car. Zero points for rationality, but if we can be honest with ourselves for a second, some of our own adult PCS-induced meltdowns lack an element of rationality in hindsight.
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For military families waiting on PCS orders, spring can be a painfully long and frustrating season. Maybe you know your service member will move, but you haven’t received official orders yet. You’re …
