So ... last Thursday I started writing this post about Steve going back to work, and then the phone rang and plans changed.
Seems like I'd be bracing for change every time the phone rings around here.
Steve had just left when he got the call that the job was pushed back a day; he had one more day to enjoy being home. So after saying goodbye, we said hello again. The kids were surprised to see his truck in the driveway when they got home from school. Good thing they're old enough to understand how quickly things can change or they'd never believe a thing we told them.
Dad's leaving today. Oh wait! No he's not.
The dog needs to go out. No, really!
Your pants are on fire. YES they are!
And having your kids think you're an idiot and have no idea what you're talking about would be tragic now, wouldn't it?
Hey, wait a second.
Anyway. Steve ended up leaving for real on Friday and starting the new job on Saturday. So far, so good. The great part about this new gig is he is back in Michigan, in an area he is familiar with, and just a three-hour drive from home.
Three hours! Piece o' cake.
And just last night I went and stumped him with a parenting dilemma. Turns out parenting from three hours away isn't any easier than parenting from nine hours away. Hmph.
It's all about perspective, I guess.