I have disappeared. I told them to pick up the train tracks and then slipped into the back bedroom and shut the door. I’m all for open floor plans, but sometimes I just need a hiding place.

When I’m the only adult around, my brain refuses to stop. My ears are unable to stop listening. I am constantly discerning the noises around me. “Was that life-threatening?” “Is she in pain?” “Will he fall?” “Will that make a huge mess?” “Is that going to break?”

When Josh comes home, I am finally able to turn it off. I can trust his judgement for these situations and finally let my mind relax.

The only problem is Josh isn’t coming home. I thought after March 1st, things would slow down. I was mistaken. His new normal is to be gone from 7:30-9 a.m. until 11:30 p.m.-1 a.m. One time he didn’t come home until 4 a.m. He usually works like that six days a week. Sometimes he’ll go in again after Sunday lunch.

During the weekdays, we usually go eat dinner at a restaurant near campus so the kids can see him at least once. Bad for the budget and my waistline, but I think it’s still worth it.

I know I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me, because He’s gotten me this far.

This time in my life makes me think often of military moms. How do they do this for months at a time? They probably don’t homeschool…

Well my break is probably about over. Thanks for letting me decompress.

Anyone else have a hubby working long hours these days?