Ships Passing in the Night...and Day...
Remember the days when the weekend meant you got to spend 48 hours of uninterrupted time together - watching TV, going out to eat, wearing pjs till noon?
Now, I'd just settle for 48 minutes!
That new job I have, although wildly wonderful, helpful, and actually kind of fun, is robbing me of all my Herb time. I would say it's affecting my marriage, but honestly, I haven't seen Herb enough in the last week to know if it is or not.
Ideally, it seemed like we'd have a few hours after my shift to still spend together, but we're both so tired from having jobs and then playing single parent while the other one is at work, that any conversation beyond, "How was your day," is just too physically taxing.
This weekend was especially bad. Herb was doing work at church all day Saturday, and then in between church and his Sunday night radio shift, I took a lunch shift at the restaurant. All told, I saw Herb for maybe 2 hours of awake time in the last 48.
I know this is probably coming off as very complainy. But what I'm hoping, no praying, is that this is the stuff that lifelong marriages are made out of. This is the season of our life that makes us better teammates, companions, lovers, and parents in the end. This is one of those trials that makes the future that much sweeter.
Am I being idealistic?
I keep reminding myself this is only a season, this is only a season, this is only a season. And I'm trying to limit the "I miss my husband" meltdowns to one a week, and preferably not at work in front of people I hardly know, which may have happened yesterday.
In the meantime, I'm just really grateful I don't work EVERY night, Herb doesn't have to install new speakers at church every weekend, and my son is so clever and smart and loveable, making all of this totally worth it.
Now, I'd just settle for 48 minutes!
That new job I have, although wildly wonderful, helpful, and actually kind of fun, is robbing me of all my Herb time. I would say it's affecting my marriage, but honestly, I haven't seen Herb enough in the last week to know if it is or not.
Ideally, it seemed like we'd have a few hours after my shift to still spend together, but we're both so tired from having jobs and then playing single parent while the other one is at work, that any conversation beyond, "How was your day," is just too physically taxing.
This weekend was especially bad. Herb was doing work at church all day Saturday, and then in between church and his Sunday night radio shift, I took a lunch shift at the restaurant. All told, I saw Herb for maybe 2 hours of awake time in the last 48.
I know this is probably coming off as very complainy. But what I'm hoping, no praying, is that this is the stuff that lifelong marriages are made out of. This is the season of our life that makes us better teammates, companions, lovers, and parents in the end. This is one of those trials that makes the future that much sweeter.
Am I being idealistic?
I keep reminding myself this is only a season, this is only a season, this is only a season. And I'm trying to limit the "I miss my husband" meltdowns to one a week, and preferably not at work in front of people I hardly know, which may have happened yesterday.
In the meantime, I'm just really grateful I don't work EVERY night, Herb doesn't have to install new speakers at church every weekend, and my son is so clever and smart and loveable, making all of this totally worth it.
It is a season and God has your back :) I understand the meltdowns - had one myself this week, thankfully it was at home but none the less it is taxing on your emotions. Between work, school (homework) and Jocelyn's doctors appointments I feel like we are missing our connection. I haven't been to bed before 1 am more than 2 times in the last 3 weeks and we are up at 5:20am to start all over. I miss going to bed with my husband and I hate knowing I have 2 more years of this.....
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