It’s the time of year where everything starts to come alive. Days are longer, the boardwalk is open, and the weather is ripe for days spent on the beach.
It should be my favorite time of year and some days it is. Some days when the stars align and the three of us get to spend a day together as a family, and I get to enjoy this time of year and all the fun that living at the shore should be.
But those days are a rarity.
Truthfully, I’m starting to hate this time of year, because for my family it doesn’t mean the lazy days of summer. It means my husbands busiest time of year. It means him working 6 days a week, 14 hours a day.
It means nights with him working in the living room and taking phone calls during dinner. It means explaining to Jackson that Daddy won’t be home till late, it means dinner for 1, it means doing bath and bed on my own.
And frankly my dears, it sucks.
I try not to complain about it. There is nothing that can be done about it, it’s his job. And sometimes I tell myself that this is the price I pay for being a SAHM. But deep down I know that it would be this way even if I worked full time.
Sometimes I get sad when I see families out enjoying the summer days. When I see Facebook posts of trips to the boardwalk or a day spent at the beach.
While it’s fun for Jack and I to do those things on our own or with friends, I’m always a little sad that John isn’t there.
And I know that John doesn’t want to miss out on the fun and that he feels bad that he only sees Jack for the sum total of an hour a day.
I know other families have it harder, way harder.
But sometimes I just need to say it, it sucks and I wish our summer could be more carefree.
Aw, I'm so sorry that it's the nature of his job, taking away those precious summer days. 🙁
I know just what you mean. It does suck. My husband's busy time is also the summer and he works late nights and has to go in very early. Though I like doing things with the kids, I also wish he could be here for more of the fun things too.
I feel like that when my husband is having his crazy work times, too. His isn't necessarily in the summer- it changes. And then I feel like I don't ever see him. 🙁
That stinks:(
This is how I feel about being a working mom in the summer and seeing all of the other moms getting to spend so much time with their kids. It sucks.
It does suck. I've spent 99.9% of my parenting years with a spouse who works "odd" hours and misses out on band concerts, basketball games, piano recitals etc. It has REALLY helped me to find a friend in a similiar position. We can vent about it and we spend our weekend doing "family things" together since both our husbands are working.