Or at least that is what I am telling myself.
Last night was "the man's" first night shift. He's been preparing for it for the past few days. And since he's working weekend nights, it means we really won't be seeing each other much.
He went to work at 6; I came home at 6. We met in passing.
This morning, I woke up at 7...he came home at 7:30...he went to bed at 8:00. I'll be leaving with the kid at 9 so it stays quiet enough for him to sleep.
We should get home around nap time, so I'll get to see him for a couple of hours before he leaves.
When you think about night shift work...or at least when I think about night shift work...it comes out sounding like this in my head:
"Okay...so you have 4 days (nights) of this. That means I won't see you much on those 4 days. But there are those other 3 days, right?"
But, no...there aren't. Because he (duh) has to keep the same schedule on his days off so he's ready to go back on.
I'm not a fan. Thank god there is a shift rotation so I only have to put up with this for a few months. I know that in some departments, the new guy gets the crappiest shift...the one no one else wants. Luckily, in my husband's department, there are guys who actually prefer nights, so there is always the possibility for trading in for days.
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