And did I mention I'd like my house back, too? This whole night shift business has managed to kick my son and I out of our own house every Saturday and Sunday since it began. Or we hole ourselves up and play games or watch cartoons in the master bedroom...on the other side of the house from "the man's" sleeping quarters (what used to be the guest room).
It's all so surreal. We come...he goes...he comes...we go...he wakes...we sleep...
We are strangers passing in the day and night.
Well...I suppose that is a bit dramatic. But sometimes it certainly feels that way.
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