Last week was an 80 hour work week. Josh says 70, but I count commute time too since that adds to my 80 hour work week. :( The girls hardly saw him at all, and me...other than feeling a lump next to me in the bed, Tuesday through Friday Josh might as well have been out of town. I didn't see him at all! Yes, it sucks big time.
I even had a tantrum day. An anti-California day you might call it. Goes like this...
Leisa quickly dials Josh's cell phone number, tapping her fingers on the counter while it rings.
Josh: "Hey babe."
Leisa: "Why do we live here?" (huffy).
Josh: "Huh?"
Leisa: "Why do we live in California...San Ramon...HERE"?
Josh: "Oh, can we talk about this later, I have a lot to do right..."
Leisa: "Seriously. You could transfer anywhere you want, we want! Why California? Do you realize we live in the poorest state in the country? California is so in debt!"
Josh: "I promise we will talk about it later, but I have to go now. Sorry your having a bad day."
We said our goodbyes, and of course I was still worked up for a while. I am glad Josh is patient with me when I have my fits like that day.
Last week it was cold and rainy, which made things boring, and tense being stuck inside all day.
This week is sunny, and so far...at 9:55 p.m. on Tuesday night Josh has worked 29 hours, and just called to say he would be home around 12:30. So 32 hours in two days...safe to say another 80 hour week.