I’ve written many times about the fact my husband works away during the week. From bedtime until Sunday to tea time on a Friday, it’s just me and the kids. This is the way it’s pretty much always been and what we are used to, but it is hard.
There are the rare occasions where he works local, but all of the summer he’s been away so when he said he was having the last week of August off, it felt such s relief.
We went on holiday to Butlin’s during May half term and are off to Disneyland Paris in December, so we haven’t had a summer holiday as such. We will be having lots of days out next week so hoping the weather will be kind!
It was such a surprise on Thursday as we were sat at the table eating when suddenly the door burst open and Daddy was standing there! He had come home a day early so our week off was made even more special!
Him being home at 5pm always seems such a novelty. It means if I need to pop out to the shop I can without it being a military operation, and also an extra pair of hands at bath and bedtime making it that little bit easier. There are times when I would absolutely love him to have a 9-5 job so that we could all eat together and the relentless solo parenting wouldn’t seem so daunting, so lonely, so hard. But I know that him working away so much, means that I can stay at home and look after our children. I know that being a stay at home parent really is a luxury and one that most aren’t able to do. The only way to be able to afford everything is for him to work away so much. I am so grateful that we are in such a lucky position but I do love having him home of an evening, as are the kids.