It's been well over seven months since Slice worked at the golf course, and our plans have changed at least 89 times since then. (Oilfield - school - Jackson Hewitt - Arizona - Asia - South Carolina - oilfield again - pump repair - Utah Valley - to name a few things seriously considered.) Alas, none of the plans worked out.
We've seen miracles large and small, set up house, watched our son grow from a baby to a rollicking toddler, healed a broken wrist, and irritated each other a bunch.
(Have any of you spent months on end with your spouse in a limited space? And survived? Because I think we've both come to realize that there are very good reasons one of us works outside the home, and possibly, that things were meant to be that way .... to preserve relationships.)
Our plans have changed again. Finally, a full-time job has been offered to Slice, and it looks promising. He starts training Monday. So we'll probably be staying here for a while.
And, despite the stir-craziness, we are really going to miss Slice when he's gone. Liam and I have been spoiled all this time having him around to play and cook meals and change diapers (and let me take naps).
It's an adjustment I'm willing to make.