I’LL BE LATE
The story of my life. My husband says this to me almost every day. He’ll call me at some point during the day telling me about what’s happened so far and then end with, “I’ll be late tonight.”
The other day he said it and I said sarcastically, “I’m shocked!” Because the truth is, I’m not shocked. The longer he’s been in the Army, the more it’s demanded of his time. He told me the other day that he could stay there 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and he still couldn’t get all the work that needs to be done finished.
I’ve grown accustomed to having him come home late in the evening. Years ago, I used to wait for Joe to get home (whatever time that would be) to have dinner so we could sit down together as a family and eat. Jac was small and so it wasn’t really a big deal. (She wasn’t even eating table food at that point.) But after a while I realized I needed some structure and to have dinner at a “normal” time of day. So I told him I would eat dinner and he could eat when he got home.
If I waited until got home to feed everyone, we wouldn’t be eating most nights until 8:00 p.m. or later. The only exception is Friday night because it’s the weekend.
NOTHING LASTS FOREVER
Including his weird, Army schedule.
I know that eventually this schedule will change. He’s coming to the end of his time in service and we’ll have a new way of doing things, but 15 years ago, I really had a difficult time being alone.
I’ve definitely learned how to do things on my own. I realize I’m not really alone: I have three little monkeys and a dog to keep me constant company.😂 But doing it without a partner a lot of the time has become common for me. It’s not good or bad…it just is.
So for the next few years I know I’ll hear, “I’ll be late…”
Until next time friends,