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Work has been -- so much WORK!
Who knew?
We have been swamped by our recent projects and the boss is away scratching up new contracts. For some inconceivable reason whenever he leaves he relies on me to push this or that through to its conclusion. Chasing vendors. Finalizing contract amendments. Hurdling various and sundry bureaucrats.
And on top of that he keeps adding weight to my purse!
But I feel bad because I used to hate it when Lover Boy worked overtime. Now I'm the one working overtime and still bringing work home. His response? He has dinner waiting for me most nights. I'm OK with that because he's the better cook -- by far! -- but I miss him when I'm not around. This "responsible adult" thing sucks!
Yet, it feels good seeing the things we do amount to something. Seeing dozens of people get jobs feels good. The pay is great but the intangibles are leaving me ambivalent: sense of accomplishment vs. missing hubby time.
A few years ago I was just an English major with a lot of debt and not many job prospects. I was hired to be an Administrative Assistant because I could fake a decent business letter. Now I'm pretty much a project manager learning as I go. What is it about life that makes everything turn-out so differently from what you plan or anticipate? Is it God keeping us on our toes and/or amused or are we just that bad at picking our own destinies?
Don't get me wrong: I'm actually happy. Very happy, in fact. Apart from time away from Lover Boy I feel as if I'm part of something important and when I am around Lover Boy he's still my Lover Boy and he spoils me rotten (and by "rotten" I mean, "exactly as I deserve" . I feel like I can do anything now and yet the world looks larger -- and somewhat scarier -- than ever before. It's all so awesome and awe-inspiring.
Life ...wow.
HopeHoops
(47,675 posts)Nuclear Unicorn
(19,497 posts)My MIL was diagnosed with cancer. From the time of her diagnosis until she passed was a little over 2 months. That was hard; very hard.
I still get misty-eyed just remembering her. To see someone as vibrant and life-affirming as her suffer and taken away so suddenly was hard. I think I cried as much as my husband. My mother skated on me and my brother when I was only 10. My step mom is a great woman but my MIL was a powerhouse: beautiful, strong, smart, a family woman. You trifled with her at your own risk but she would swim rivers of fire to bring you cookies and lemonade. Losing her wasn't a 2x4, it was a steel I-beam.
Life ...wow.
HopeHoops
(47,675 posts)Perhaps that explains why I'm so fucked up.
Nuclear Unicorn
(19,497 posts)I *wanted* to be depressed when my MIL passed. I wanted to be angry and hurt for me and my husband.
I don't think that's what she would want. She would want he and I to laugh and love and be crazy kids with the stupid, silly hots for each other. I know how much she loved me; if I really loved her I owe it to her.
HopeHoops
(47,675 posts)I rarely get through a night without thinking about my brother and girlfriend. Some hurts just don't go away. I still consider the girlfriend's death to be my fault. We had a fight and she was chasing me. A telephone pole won.
OffWithTheirHeads
(10,337 posts)Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse but change is inevitable.
dawg
(10,624 posts)Work hard and accomplish things. Just make sure that you always have enough time and energy left over for each other.
I always made certain that my wife and our sons were my top priorities. I paid a price for that, professionally and financially, but I still think it was the right decision.
Nuclear Unicorn
(19,497 posts)You remind my of my hubby.
dawg
(10,624 posts)Thanks.