Now that my husband has finished up with the local stores, his job is taking him on the road each week. So far in January, he's been home exactly 3 days. This week he's been in Atlanta, busting ass, so that he might get to come home a day earlier than planned. Then three days here, then off to Alabama.
It's been sad not having him here. The house is so quiet.
I think it's hitting him harder though. At least I have my familiar surroundings and all of our animals when I come home. He spends all day fighting unfamiliar traffic, dealing with cocky managers and faulty wiring and then has to come home to a sterile hotel room.
Later in the year, when he travels to places like Texas, it'll be even worse. A two-day drive away and gone for much longer at a stretch.
For the first time in my life, I'm really fully appreciating modern technology. We're keeping in touch with cell phones and instant messaging. I've been sending him pictures from home, so that he can kind of feel like he's here.
I'll be really glad when this eight months is over though.