| At the Nautilus Submarine Museum over Thanksgiving break. Photo credit to Kelly Pluid. |
Ryan works a lot. I'm certain many of your husbands do, too. You'll have to excuse me---I am having a little pity party because I miss my husband. Our kids miss their dad. And it's going to get worse before it gets better (waaah-waaaah, poor Sara! Cue the violins). Everyone pays their dues sometime and Ryan is definitely paying his now. That being said, I have been composing a mental list of the positive side---a silver lining, if you will--to Ryan's job owning him for the next long while:
- Heading to work in the wee hours of the morning means I get the bed and all the blankets all to myself for a few hours early each morning.
- We never have disagreements about how to raise the kids because he's rarely home when they are awake. I get to make all the child-rearing decisions myself and only consult him when I want to =)
- Because family time is rare, when we do get to be together it is wonderful. I haven't enjoyed ordinary things like car rides and wrestling kids in church this much in my whole life.
- I don't do much laundry for him because he rarely wears anything but scrubs and the hospital washes those bad boys for him.
- I get full control of the remote after the kids are in bed. The entire Felicity series is queued up on Netflix and ready to be watched.
- Snack dinners are a staple at our house, and I see nothing wrong with popcorn and carrot sticks or cold cereal for dinner once in awhile.
- At least we live under the same roof. That wasn't the case with all of his travels last year.
I'm going to take my sister's advice and do my best to keep my chin up. I know that as hard and long as my days are, Ryan's are always harder and longer. And I should feel lucky to have a husband worth missing.

















