My husband works.
My husband works a lot.
Some nights I sit and wonder what life would be like with a husband who was actually home every night before 6:00. I know there are families blessed with this type of structure and schedule, however I am not one of them.
Before having children, I never noticed how much my husband was gone. I would wait up for him every night without complaint. Our "time" together was always between the hours of 11pm and 2am, and it was normal. I would go grocery shopping in the evening, or have dinner with friends. I read books and followed my "shows" all on my own time so that my husband never felt ignored. It was blissful.
Then came the kids. The day begins early, and runs at a frightening pace until bedtime. Or at least my days are that way. By 6pm, the witching hour is in full effect until bedtime at 8:30. I just shivered a little thinking about it. By the time I pick up the house, and do some work in the office, it is 11:00 and I am D-O-N-E!
So where does this leave my poor husband? He is falling asleep alone on the sofa while The History Channel drones on in the background. Poor guy.
But life is like this sometimes. With small children, who are at home with me 100% of the time, something has to give.
For now it is my poor, sweet, understanding, abandoned husband.
I sure love that guy.