After two years on the day shift at work, Husband has been moved to the weekend night shift. Weekends and nights. Don't get me wrong...we are happy he still has a job...but weekends and nights? That wasn't exactly in my five year plan. There are some benefits, I'm sure. None really come to mind but they are probably just hidden somewhere behind and between all the things we can't do anymore. No more weekend dates or going to church together or dinner after 4 o'clock in the afternoon. I used to think I was a flexible person, rolling with the punches with optimism in my pocket. Seems like I left those jeans in the laundry and my optimism got all wrinkled.
I know. It's really not so bad and I should put a tiara on since I'm being such a drama queen. Someday I will look back and laugh at myself for questioning the plan. Someday when we end up in the place we are supposed to be, the path and the plan will make sense. Unfortunately, for someone who likes predictability, this unpredictable life is predictably frustrating in the most unpreditable ways.
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