My husband is in sales. He is wonderful at his job and has grown in his career. Unfortunately, moving up the sales ladder generally means that traveling—a lot.
Earlier this year, I said “adios” to corporate America and turned to freelance writing to keep me sane while staying at home with my children full-time. It’s a good thing I did—a few months later, my husband’s schedule shifted, and he was required to be out of town Monday morning through late Wednesday night every. single. week. I Was A Lonely Newlywed
I'll admit it. When I first heard about this shift, a wave of mild panic swept over me. Sure, the money made the travel worth it, and he even gained a four-day weekend every week. But what this meant for me—other than an inflated number in my disposable income category—was that I was going to essentially be a single mom three days out of the week. Gulp.
My husband and I are a pretty good team. After you’ve been with someone for a long time, you’re both able to go through your day in tandem, getting done what needs to get done. You assume that the other person will do certain tasks, either because you’ve both agreed upon who does what, or because you’ve figured out how your partner functions, and know that your man would never go to bed without first starting the dishwasher. Our little domestic dance has worked for us – the house has stayed relatively clean and our little people have yet to miss a meal.
But with the advent of his new job, the tandem life waltz would be over. I was going to be doing a solo… something the children’s appetites weren’t going to have much sympathy for. With him home and helping out, there were nights when I still didn't get to bed until well after 9 p.m. Remove him from the equation, and I was probably going to have to say goodbye to anything resembling a good night’s sleep. Career And Family: Can We Really Have Both?
Then he started the intensified travel schedule, and the damndest thing happened. I actually got more done with him gone.