When we lived in Kentucky, John had to travel to New Jersey or Pennsylvania ALL THE FREAKING TIME. He was out of town for about two weeks out of every month. This situation was very tough on me because I had to cook my own dinner. I am not kidding - I was a spoiled. spoiled girl.
When we decided to start trying for a baby, I was eager for us to move to the east coast. I wanted to spend more time with John, and I wanted him to be available for our baby. Soon after I got pregnant, John's company offered to relocate us to New Jersey.
When we first moved here, John worked late periodically. However the majority of the time, he was home by 5:00 pm. After Porgie was born, he still managed to maintain a good work schedule. He was home on time most days, ready and eager to play with his baby.
Unfortunately, things have taken a turn for the worst. John and his co-workers are swamped with work. He usually begins his work day at about 5:30 am, and doesn't get home until after 6:00 pm. That is roughly a 13 hour work day. I am pretty pissed about this new development. On an average day, John gets to see Porgie for about 30 minutes before she goes to bed. It makes me sad that he gets to spend so little time with her (and with me).
And this month is going to be even more difficult. John will be out of town for 3 weeks. 3 WEEKS. I am pretty sure that Porgie is going to be incredibly sick of looking at my face all day long. And I will be exhausted because I am 27 weeks pregnant. Count them people - 27 weeks.
So, during the next month, expect an inordinate amount of bitching and moaning from me.