This month has been harder than some. Nathan has had to be gone at least a few days every week, two full weekends, and we will barely see him in the next 7 days. I remind myself he's doing it for the family. The kids don't understand that and Addison misses her daddy a lot. It's tough to see her eyes fill with tears and ask, "Is my daddy coming home today?" after he's already been gone. That question has become a regular one when I pick her up from school because she can't remember when he's in town or not.
I started thinking about the good and the bad of him being gone...
The number one good thing for me, I loose weight. Normally I eat small breakfasts and lunches and then a large dinner. Nathan likes to have meat, potatoes, vegetables, bread. And some nights we fix a treat. When Nathan is gone all three meals are small and I almost never have treats. I had gained weight (yes despite the few I wanted to loose at the beginning of the year *sigh*) but it's finally started coming off this month.
The bad is we miss him. We miss him a lot.
The good is goodbyes have gotten a lot easier for me. When we were dating, our second year was spent with him graduated and me still in school. We saw each other on the weekends only and each weekend I cried. Every single one of them. Even after we were married I used to cry when he traveled. Now it happens so often I have gotten over that.
It's hard on me when he's gone. Especially in the evenings. At the end of a long day it's nice to have some relief and some help.
Of course the number one good is that it means business is going well and he is providing for our family!
The bad this month is that he had to miss Addison's first dance performance. Tears filled my eyes when he told me that he would have to miss it. That has been my fear. I'm so proud of my husband and I love that we're paying things off, being able to move forward with our adoption, having nice things, and living a comfortable life. But this money comes at a price. My fear is that Nathan will miss a lot of special events as the children grow up.
The good is the reunions that take place. When he comes home everyone is so excited to see each other. The hugs are tighter and more kisses. The kids relish their play times with daddy and I love curling up on the couch with him after he returns. Finally feeling safe and relaxed again.
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