My husband started a new job today. It’s actually the job he had when we were first married – he left because the pay and the benefits were both lacking compared to other similar jobs. But he was ready to go back to work as quickly as possible, so it was a pay cut and negligible benefits in exchange for a paycheck. I’m still conflicted on how I feel about the situation, but I support his decisions.
However, that means a whole new lifestyle for us. Never in our married life has Brian worked days and I’ve worked a full-time job, much less done it with a child in tow. There are certainly pros and cons. It will mean less time for us together as a family, but also a more consistent schedule for our son. It means an alarm clock going off at 4:15am for him, and again just 2 hours later for me.
I’m sad because I remember when he used to work this job, and I was still in school. I feel like I was so much happier then, at least in some ways. Of course, I’m so happy that we have our sweet Jake now, and he changed our lives for the best. But back then, I got to wake up with my husband and make his lunch. I was home when he arrived in the afternoons, and I cooked dinner for us to eat together. And we slept snuggled together in the bed at night. That was the kind of wife I wanted to be, and the kind of mom. But I can’t now, not with my job being so demanding and inflexible.
I’m hoping we will adjust to the new schedule and this new life quickly and seamlessly.