I know I haven’t blogged in a while… but it’s not because I haven’t thought about it!
I’ve just been putting off this post for some reason. Mostly because I didn’t want Nick’s family (or my own, for that matter) to learn the news via my blog (how tacky is that??). But I think just about everyone has been informed at this point (and if you haven’t, I apologize, but this is where the blog does come in handy, eh? tacky or not, lol).
No, I’m not pregnant. We “fixed” that years ago (literally), so you’ll never hear THAT kind of news on my blog. *sigh of relief*
But, Nick has a new job. Now that he has the coveted CDL, he’s signing on with a major trucking company and going to drive OTR (over the road) for a while. Which means he’s not going to be home much… at all.
One week from today, he heads off to training for 2 weeks. He’ll get to spend a weekend at home after training before he heads out on the open road! As an OTR driver, he’ll be gone for 2 weeks and then home for 2 days. So, not much home time…
I’ve been trying to mentally prepare myself for this for the past week or so. On one hand, I’m really excited about this opportunity for Nick. He worked so hard to get his CDL, and this job is a great reward! He should make VERY decent money and he’ll get full benefits, etc. So, those are all good things!
On the other hand, my husband is *leaving* next week and will only be home 4 days a month for the next however many months (hopefully, this OTR thing will only last approx. 6 months; then he can get a “dedicated” account, which will put him home a lot more). I keep telling myself that I can do ANYTHING for 6 months… no matter how horrible it turns out to be. And I’m really trying to stay positive… “think happy thoughts!”
Of course, I’m also worried about how the kids are going to handle Daddy being gone so much. Nick has always been a very involved dad… and the kids adore him and are used to having him HERE.
We have a lot to do around the house this week before Nick leaves… he’s doing all of the “manly man” chores so that, with any luck, I won’t have to do them while he’s gone. I’ve grown VERY accustomed to having a handy husband around to change lightbulbs, take out the trash, plunge the toilet, and dispose of dead mice (of course he’s leaving RIGHT at the beginning of “mouse season”). *shudder*
So, keep your fingers crossed that a week from today I’ll be able to kiss my husband goodbye and wish him well, with a smile on my face and my head held high. The alternative is that I completely break down in the “ugly cry” and beg him not to go… “Please don’t leave me alone with these devilish children. Noooooooo!!!!”
Stay tuned… it’s sure to be a wild ride!