20131110-143055.jpgThis is a crappy weekend. There was an equipment failure of some sort, and Hubby was asked to step in and pick up and deliver a load early Sunday morning. Instead of coming home on Saturday, he stayed out. He’ll be about 10 miles North of where the Super Bowl is being played later today.

I’m just sad that he’s not here with me where he’s supposed to be. I need my weekends with him. Seeing him recharges my batteries for the upcoming week. I felt listless and lifeless without him. Having to spend so much time alone is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

Being married to a trucker is not fun or glamorous in any way. It keeps a roof over our heads and food on the table. It’s a strain on both of us. He loves driving, and he’s good at it. He misses me and the boys, though. I’m pretty independent. I’ve been called strong. He told me yesterday that I’m “powerful”. We’ll go with that one. I like how it sounds. I miss him, too, though. He’s necessary to me.

He probably won’t get home until Thursday – that’s the plan anyway. He runs out of his blood pressure medication on Tuesday so we have to find a way to get more to him. I guess in the future we’ll have to pack extra medicine in case this ever happens again. I hope not.

I know there are truckers’ wives who go weeks without seeing their men. We did that early on when he started out. He was gone 6 weeks. That was hell. The longest we’d been apart before that was the 2 weeks he spent in L.A. when he worked in IT. I hated that, too. The boys were little then. Our youngest was only 2 or 3 and he was afraid of Hubby when he came home. I never cared for any kind of separation. I spent a couple of weeks away for work, too – one week in D.C. training and touring the United States Patent Office and one week in Tampa, Florida attending more patent-related training. I didn’t like being away either.

I’ve gotten used to him being gone during the week.  I have enough to keep me busy. I have a busy job, my schoolwork and my sons are here with me. I miss my other half, though, and I don’t think I will ever be happy about our being apart.

Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light. ” ~Steven Kloves (screenplay), Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, 2004, spoken by the character Albus Dumbledore

I’m going to go look for that light switch or a Deluminator and hope Thursday gets here quick.

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8 thoughts on “No Hubby This Weekend

  1. natjtan says:

    I know exactly how you feel. My boyfriend works on a yacht and for a few years we only saw each other of 6 weeks spread out over the year. Last summer he was away for four months straight and I got ill and he wasn’t around! That’s the worse part. But like you say, it keeps a roof over our heads and food on the table.

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    1. dflorack says:

      Wow, that’s a rough schedule. How do you do it?

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      1. natjtan says:

        Just did! I got to live in Spain and travel to see him, but it was not without it’s problems. It was hard, but normal at the same time. With his latest boat, it winters in France which is why we moved here. This summer, things might be different as we may move again!

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      2. dflorack says:

        Wow, think of all the cool places you’ve been and the things you’ve seen. I’ve only ever lived here – Rochester, New York.

        ~ Donna ~ Sent from my iPhone

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  2. digitalgranny says:

    Hugs and Thursday will be here soon.

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    1. dflorack says:

      Thanks, Ruth. 🙂

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  3. Skyes says:

    Thursday is almost here, Sweet Friend!!

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