You know you’re *PCSing when you get demoted to the backseat because the front is filled with more important crap.

You know you’re PCSing when you have to cook via flashlight because your wife sold all the lights…literally.

You know you’re PCSing when “Royal Hawaiian Movers” show up to take your possessions from Germany to San Francisco and you stand on the street thinking, “Oh crap…we are moving to San Francisco…aren’t we?!”

You know you’re PCSing when you pray that said movers can spell the final destination of all your belongings better than they can spell multiple variations of the word “clothes”.

You know you’re PCSing when all you really want to do is hide from the world…in the bathroom.

…or the closet.

*PCS (Permanent Change of Station) – When a military family deconstructs its entire life and reconstructs it in a new (temporary) location…until they are told to PCS again.