So I have a confession to make. Though I resolved to not complain so much in this forum (not a New Years resolution, just one of those run o' the mill ones), I do have this one thing.
Christen is going to start working nights again. From 12-9 every night. I'm depressed just thinking about it. We've been through this before, and we'll get through it again -- when I finally got a desk job working standard business hours he was still working retail hours and I made it through that (of course, I had to get Lola so I wasn't alone). When he got his job now he started there working 12-9 and I made it through that (but I was living near my mother and was able to spend more time with her). But the last two months have been so nice being able to see him when we both got home; being able to hang out, go to dinner or even just have dinner together, go to bed at the same time, snuggle in bed in the morning knowing we'll have to get up around the same time.
But they need him at work, and he can never say no -- can never see if someone else can come to the rescue. I know his angle; he wants higher on the totem pole. Someone in the office is leaving and the guy is suggesting Christen for the job, which would have him leap-frogging some of the other employees after only two months of full-time working (before that he was contracting for the same company). And I also know he probably really didn't have a choice. At least he has a job. But ... I know I'll miss him, and I'll have the baby and I'm scared to do it on my own even though his parents will be there. It won't be the same. He'll be back to being a weekend husband for however many months (he expects two or three) and it'll just be me. And Spencer. And Lola.