Just a few months ago I returned to working full time for someone other than myself. After 27 years of being self-employed, it has been a big change! To say that it hasn't been a big adjustment would be a lie.
~all the sudden 45 hours that used to be mine are someone elses
~Since I don't get home until almost 7pm, I've had to learn to shop and cook differently-a new trick that is not coming easy for this old dog.
~There's just not time to do all I used to do so I am having to determine what stays, what needs modified and what needs cut out altogether.
Part of the reason I chose to go to work for someone else was so that he wouldn't have to work so hard all the time and would have some time each week so that he could do something he wants to do like shoot, or shoot, or even.....shoot! I have to admit, I'm jealous of how much time he can spend at the range and unhappy that he now does it sometimes without me at his side, but I am happy that he doesn't look exhausted all the time and he seems more happy, not that he wasn't before, but I am enjoying parts of his personality that I haven't in awhile. However, in any family, when one person is experiencing changes, everyone in the family is experiencing them too. He seems to have taken to these adjustments very well.
Every day around 4pm, I get a text that says "do you want me to do any dinner prep?" This from a man whose mother never allowed him in the kitchen except to eat!! So at age 54, he is learning to cook things like rice, baked chicken, pasta, salad and vegetables.
When I come home, there is often food occupying spaces that were empty when I left for work in the morning. This from a man who never shopped for groceries our whole married life unless I was sick or busy with the babies, and then he only grabbed things from a very detailed list complete with brand names, aisle names and shelf location directions! Now he will just go and grab some things to "get us through the weekend." We rarely run out of milk even with two boys who drink milk like a a fish drinks water.
If he's free for lunch, he almost always comes and picks me up over my lunch hour and takes me somewhere to eat. He misses me but certainly not more than I MISS HIM! We used to see each other periodically through the day. Now we send text messages like "how come you always leave in the morning right before I get home?" and I respond "how come you always get home right after I leave in the morning?" LOL! Every now and then I push the clock to the limit and he hurries and we get to see each other for a brief moment in the morning.
When he knows I've had a hard day at work, he will take me out or bring home take out. All day long I get text messages that make me smile or laugh out loud and that occasionally bring a happy tear to my eye. I'm always aware of how much he loves me. And that makes these new adjustments easier for me.
I always knew that he was an amazing man but now I'm more convinced than ever before that there's just no one like him anywhere.