My husband is a mechanic, and as such, isn’t often called out of town for work. Working for the dealership he used to go to Sydney for training once in a while, but that was years ago. So last week, for the first time in 4 years, he had to go to Melbourne with his boss and 2 coworkers for a few classes. He was gone Thursday afternoon through to late Saturday night.
And I must confess, I didn’t hate it.
I liked having the bed all to myself. I liked being able to be lazy, cleaning if I wanted to. Or not. I liked not feeling guilty for sitting on the computer for 2 hours after my son had gone to sleep. I liked having our bathroom all to myself. I liked that there was no arguing with Mr 5 year old, and for the most part, I only had to ask him 3 times to do something, not the usual 10.
While the first night I heard everything and woke a few times, the second night I slept like a baby!
I’m not saying I want my husband to be gone all the time. I think 2-3 nights was enough and it certainly gave me an appreciation for wives who manage when their husbands are in the mines and gone for weeks at a time. No, I definitely wouldn’t cope if he wasn’t around much, but the little break every once in a while can be refreshing.
Does your husband work away? Do you like it or hate it? Fess up!
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