For five days last week, my husband was out of town at a conference. Before that, it was 14 straight days of working 13 hour days. He’d spend a half hour with M in the morning, then leave for work and not be back until well after she was in bed. Before that, about a week of normal work hours and maybe one normal weekend thrown in. Before that, another 14 days of the crazy long work hours.
Last Thursday marked the end of the nutty series of projects that kept him on the hateful schedule. This weekend we were all home. We went to the park together, the three of us. I took several showers all by myself with no one else in the bathroom. On Saturday night my brother in law and his girlfriend watched M for several hours while the two of us went out for dinner and a long walk and dessert.
Everything looks better with him home.