Bad news this week. My husband's company, upon finishing its job in Minnesota, will next trek to Oklahoma to finish a job that is partially done.
It means he won't be home at least until the end of September, which usually means even a week or two more, which pushes us into October. I will be lucky if he makes it home for our Oct. 1 anniversary.
Funny, I don't feel lucky. I feel blessed that I have a wonderful baby whom I adore and that we both have jobs and a great home. But I don't feel lucky. By the time Zack gets home, he will have missed more than half of Baby Ben's life.
That makes me sad. Terribly sad.
It means he won't be home at least until the end of September, which usually means even a week or two more, which pushes us into October. I will be lucky if he makes it home for our Oct. 1 anniversary.
Funny, I don't feel lucky. I feel blessed that I have a wonderful baby whom I adore and that we both have jobs and a great home. But I don't feel lucky. By the time Zack gets home, he will have missed more than half of Baby Ben's life.
That makes me sad. Terribly sad.
I'm so sorry, Sarah. This totally sucks. :(
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