So there are all these fires in San Diego, people evacuating, losing their homes… And all I can think about is that my husband decided not to take the half-day he was offered at work, and is instead helping out with disaster stuff.
I’m so proud of him for that, that’s so sweet. But he works late all the time, and all I can think about is these military families and their husbands coming home early and their wives greeting them with a big hug and holding them close. They all get to enjoy each other. But here I am, still waiting…
I know how incredibly selfish that is. But this is my journal, so I’m going to vent. I’m not proud of the way I feel, but I’m so tired of us losing time together. I know, we could be losing our home, yada yada. Trust me, I KNOW that. But he works late all the time. Then there’s this one time he could be off early…
I signed up to work at the call center if they need help, just waiting to hear back from them. Figure they won’t have too many people available during normal working hours, so they should be getting back to me.
I’m tired of him constantly working late with no comp time. When we first came to San Diego we were promised surprise half days when there wasn’t anything to do at the office, but that doesn’t happen. They always find something to do — completely useless somethings. I just want to be surprised. *sigh* How often do I have to say that?
He needs to get home so we can call his mom about our wedding plans. I was in tears last night because the wedding is in about nine weeks and I still don’t even know if we have a caterer, a band, a florist… And I know we don’t have a reception hall. Which means I can’t do invitations yet.
This is just one of those times when I want to be put first, even though I know right now the needs of others outweigh mine. I know it’s irrational. I’m proud he’s helping out, I’m just upset that I don’t get to enjoy the excited phone call that he’s off early, the unexpected embrace, the precious time…
And I’m incredibly worried about the wedding planning.