My husband started a new job this week. His old job was with Crimereports. I will miss that job because people sometimes thought he worked for the Justice League (I wish). Little old ladies would e-mail him saying, "There is a very shady character in my neighborhood. I have a bad feeling about him. So, is he bad? What can you tell me about him? His name is ................................................................. Greg Craig" (spacing original). You just can't beat that.
Christian used to commute an hour to Salt Lake City for that job so I am thrilled that his new job is only fifteen minutes away. It is life changing. I don't know how much you know about having kids and how horrible it is, but the hours from 3-8pm are particularly devastating. But if I know my husband is going to be home around 5 or 6 I can hang on. Yesterday I even found myself making and freezing homemade soup for winter. I don't recognize my cheerful, homemaking self. And neither does my husband, apparently. He's been saying, "Wow, you look really nice" when I'm not even wearing anything good. Then I realized it has been years since he has seen me in the daytime. I guess it's a lot better than what he is used to seeing when he arrives home after the kids are in bed which is me hunched over in my pajamas (not attractive ones) haggard and mad. It's like I lost 20 pounds! (I haven't.)
He left town this morning for a business trip. He's always traveled occasionally but it never really affected me. But now after only a week of having him around I don't know what I'm going to do without him. It's already 4:45. I have four more hours of this alone? And everything that is going to get done--dinner, dishes, reading, bedtime, garbage out, etc.--is going to be done by me? That sucks. It's so daunting I feel like I can't even handle it. I need my visiting teachers to bring in a meal. Do you think they read my blog?
Just yesterday we were eating Burger King together at home on his lunch break and watching clips of Chris Clark on the Today show. Can you imagine! It was so genteel. Tomorrow I'll be back to chugging Diet Coke and eating a piece of bread every two hours. Not very genteel, but it staves off hunger.