Home Time

Home Time, what a wonderful wonderful thing Home Time can be. 

Let's rewind before this home time happened. 

My husband made it home for just under 12 hours on April 11th. The night my dad arrived. This was the first and only time my husband and dad would get to spend together.

My dad was here for two weeks. And for two weeks Sean's company had been tossing him around like an angry sea, not knowing where he would end up. 

It wasn't until the 29 (2 1/2 weeks) when the kids and I were able to spend yet again just under 12 precious hours with him. 

Finally at 5pm on April 29th, my husband arrives home (just shy of 3 weeks) for home time. I was beyond myself. It had been over two months since my husband had been home for more than 24 hours and now we have a whole day with him! He wanted to leave Thursday because he wanted to keep the miles coming in for nice PC. But Thursday came and went and dispatch didn't have a load for him, it was bitter sweet. On Friday dispatch called and said there was a load in McMinnville that he needed to go get but it wouldn''t need to be delivered until Monday. So he spent Friday just like any normal working male in America, went to work in the morning and came home in the evening. On Saturday we spent the day just catching up on things like yard work. He left this morning which made me really bummed, and sad, not knowing how long our next stretch would be.  

Lord knows I love this man. And lord only knows what a blessing it was to have him home, his extra set of hands. His daddy voice when Michael was getting out of line. I had a break from being the bad guy, and I was just able to be Mommy. 

I am really trying to keep the negative thoughts out of my head. Some days they do escape and it does allow stress into our marriage. What holds us together is our communication and when either one of us is out of order, it's very hard to manage. Back on track I am trying to embrace positive thoughts such as my husband is doing this for our family. Things will get worse before the get better. We have battled through these months of training and I am just praying there is a light at the end of the tunnel and from what I am hearing,, Sean only has one more thing to get signed off on and he is good to go, hopefully meaning more stable runs which means more home time. :)  

My little engineer

I have found myself lately getting extremely frustrated with Michael. I just could not understand why he would not play with his gazillion toys. Yea he would sit and play for small amounts of time but not really PLAY. Other friends have posted pictures of their little ones the same age, playing, and I feel myself getting really discouraged. Each day presents a new challenge and my current dilemma is just trying to find out who this kid is. Well my friends. It has finally hit me and I really do not know why I hadn't thought of this sooner. 

I am sure Michael has an imagination, but I don't think it's a vivid one. 

I think Michael runs on a more technical scale. When we have taken something apart, Michael is right there watching our every move. Then he proceeds with his toy screw driver, hammer, and wrench to fix things that need fixin around the house. I feel Michael would be more than content if I gave him a broken electronic and handed him real tools that he would be more than happy to rip the thing apart. 

I know it is still to soon to really tell and I completely understand that he is a growing boy. Changing and learning every day. 

I will still encourage him to play with his toys but not force him. If he wants to inspect something I will do just the same.

On a side note. My husband Sean is the exact same way. His mother told me that Sean would tear every toy he had apart and rebuild it rather than play. (So in more ways than just this, we are raising a mini daddy.)