Jed is gone for 14-15 hours each day. Work, school, school, work, clinicals, work. Then he comes home and has homework to do. He's a hard worker that, guy. He only sees Grant awake for about 30 minutes each morning before he heads out again.
I work, too. I wish more than anything that I could spend all my time with my Grant. I spend the days missing my two guys, wishing I didn't have to be at work all day. I climb in bed at night completely drained, wondering how on earth I will be able to get up in the morning and do it all over again. Wondering when I will find the time to do the laundry, and fold it, make dinner, clean the bathroom, snuggle my baby, scarf down something nutritional for myself.
But when I sit down and think about it...
I am so lucky.
My husband is gone for 14-15 hours each day. Working to provide for our family, going to school so he wont have to be away from the home for 15 hours in the future. He studies so he can get through school faster, so he can get good grades for scholarships. He sacrifices so much for me and for our Baby.
I am so lucky to have a job. So we can have our own home, so we don't have to live in someone else's basement for the next 3 years. So we can have laundry to do, to have food to cook, for cleaning supplies to scrub our bathrooms. So I can buy diapers every week instead of having to wash cloth ones!
My Baby is healthy. Jed is healthy. I am healthy. We are happy. And we have each other, even if it's through text messages and phone pictures most of the time.
Growing up stinks. We don't get to do what we want, when we want - like I used to think when I was a kid. It's hard. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
We are growing up, and growing closer together. And our tough times just make our boring/happy/drama-free times that much sweeter.
Life is good.
End of rant.