October 17, 2007 by Marj Hatzell
Before I tell you this news, sit down.
Go on, I’ll wait.
Okay. Darling has been working terrible hours lately. Like, twelve-to-fifteen hour days, never sees the kids or me or the house. The kind where he walks in the door, gobbles down food and sits back down to work for two-to-three more hours. You’d think he was a doctor. Except he has a Bachelor’s. We’ve been missing him. I’ve been stressed out. Last night when he called (just before I needed to leave to tutor) and told me he would be late yet again, I nearly lost it. I found myself scrambling at the last minute. Again. He knew it upset me.
So he brought me dinner. From this barbecue place. Totally worth my meltdown.
Not only that! He also stated that since these two database locks are due to be completed on MY BIRTHDAY next week (what a great present. Yippee. I can hardly contain my excitement. And there was much rejoicing.) that his chaotic times will begin to subside and we might get back to normal life. Until the next drug goes to trial, that is. Then I’m a pharma widow again.
BUT WAIT! There’s MORE!
He is taking a week off. The first week of November. The week that we are going away (for the weekend) for our anniversary to The Cabin, where we can eat ourselves silly, sleep all day, take long hikes in the woods and talk or not talk, depending on our mood. Now, this used to scare me, this taking-off-from-work. Having him to follow me around for an entire week and comment about how I could more efficiently use my time used to IRK ME TO NO END. Then we discovered that we can go out to breakfast, work on projects together, take walks when the kids are on the bus, hit the gym and go to the Home Improvement Store WITHOUT KIDS SCREAMING AND RUNNING AROUND THE STORE. That’s what I call vacation!
Oh, and ahem, we can snuggle in the middle of the day. That sure is nice.