Those in my profession are at the time of the year where our sense of mental balance is laughable. The hours are long, the pressure is high, and we're just generally tired. I head in to work at 7 and get home around 5.
Then Kevin called tonight to tell me he'd be late. As in, home around 9:00pm. And he went in at 6:00 this morning. This has been the trend lately. And will continue to be the trend for another month...until he leaves for a 2-month tour. The caretaker in me is worried about the strain of these hours. The wife in me misses having a husband who is home in the evenings. The fighter in me wants to rant and rave at the system that keeps him at work that long.
I'm supportive, of course. But there are times when this particular part of our lives is frustrating. This too shall pass. And when it does, we'll celebrate.
When we have the time.
"I get something out of them. When I feel down, I like to treat myself. Clothes never look any good, and food just makes me fatter, but shoes always fit." In Her Shoes ~Jennifer Weiner
Thursday, March 23, 2006
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I'm sure I posted this comment yesterday, but Blogger being blogger...hereIgoagain....
My husband worked those kinds of hours when we were first married. A friend took him aside and said what he needed to find was a job "with less hours and more money".
We laughed quite a bit at that. Why didn't WE think of that? hee.
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