My husband is gone too much. I thought that would clarify things. Wanna know more? I hate it! He works the No LIFE shift. Get home late, sleep in late, shower, go to work. HihowareyouI’llseeyoulater! Did I mention…I hate it? The swing shift was made for single guys in their early twenties. Not for a family man. Not for a lonely family man. While I gripe that I never see him, he gripes that he never sees ANYBODY. It’s stoooopid.
The first month of the job, I tried to adapt to his schedule. The kids, especially Levi, did not. I would wait up until eleven and try to keep my eyes opened while he would “wind down”. That usually took about two hours. We stared at the television mostly, or talked about random stuff. Better than nothing. But come six in the morning, Levi would be at the side of the bed all in my face saying “Juice” over and over and over and over and over. After a month of feeling like a zombie, I gave up and went back to Levi’s schedule.
Yesterday morning, Jon got up a little early and took me over to see the forty acres in Fyffe, AL that his granddad owns. It was a wooded peaceful wonderland with a babbling brook. (He said that somewhere on the property is an unmarked grave.) The walk was nice, but it just wasn’t enough.
It’s not enough to wait and wait for Saturday to see each other. He’s tired and wants to catch up on rest. I’m stir crazy and ready to bolt. What kind of life is this for two young newlyweds? 😉 So, for now, I pray that something else comes through for him. A 9 to 5 kind of deal. A job that allows for sit down dinners together and evenings to piddle around and do “whatever”. Quality time with the kids. A real life.
How long are we supposed to go on, slaving away, while our children grow up? While the best years of our lives slip quickly down the road? I want to have that Golden Anniversary, but not at breakneck speed. Life is fast paced enough as it is.