Living as a Rod Wife can be hard enough, but what is even worse than seeing your man only two true days a week is when they work on Saturday. Sure, overtime can be nice, but who cares about money when you are that lonely? Oh, Mr. Scrooge? Yeah, him, but for real? We "pay" enough to live this way, I want my Saturday. We both sacrifice a lot to live the rod life, but it does allow me to spend this irreplaceable time with my child instead of in the work force, climbing a ladder or running with the rats. I would rather do my work at home, but this life does come with sacrifices, as would the other one. Everything comes with its price.
On this Saturday, for instance, my husband worked so he didn't get home until 6:30pm. So right off the bat, Saturday feels like Friday, and obviously what should be Saturday morning is Sunday morning, soon turned Sunday evening and before the clock hands even seem to move it's Monday morning and he's leaving again. That's barely enough time to get your laundry done, let alone feel like a family, do errands, and get some lovin's in. At least on this Saturday, we had plans to fall into directly after he arrived which included dinner at a friend's, other children for entertainment (namely hers, meaning ours) and some wine! So we were able to have an authentic Irish dinner and some grown up talk and beverages, while our midget enjoyed the company of some other shorties. For a sucky Saturday it was pretty fun after all. Most of the day was spent waiting for Joey to get home, which made it feel like Friday, but then it actually had the rewarding feeling Friday's used to have back when they included more friends, food, and fanfare, and less bawling, baths, and bedtimes. It's nice to celebrate the return of your loved ones. Friday's were always a party; everyone was coming home.
Obviously things have changed with our week and weekend routines after having a child, but being a Rod Wife still sucks when you're both doing overtime. Some men are gone for weeks on end, so I should be grateful we are only apart the amount that we are. Money is nice, but not as nice as my husbands arms feel. They can keep their money, I want our Saturday's. It doesn't happen that often so it's important to look on the bright side of the situation when it occurs. Absence has been known, for example, to make the heart grow fonder. It's true. It also makes the sex better.
Me To You,
Missie Sue
On this Saturday, for instance, my husband worked so he didn't get home until 6:30pm. So right off the bat, Saturday feels like Friday, and obviously what should be Saturday morning is Sunday morning, soon turned Sunday evening and before the clock hands even seem to move it's Monday morning and he's leaving again. That's barely enough time to get your laundry done, let alone feel like a family, do errands, and get some lovin's in. At least on this Saturday, we had plans to fall into directly after he arrived which included dinner at a friend's, other children for entertainment (namely hers, meaning ours) and some wine! So we were able to have an authentic Irish dinner and some grown up talk and beverages, while our midget enjoyed the company of some other shorties. For a sucky Saturday it was pretty fun after all. Most of the day was spent waiting for Joey to get home, which made it feel like Friday, but then it actually had the rewarding feeling Friday's used to have back when they included more friends, food, and fanfare, and less bawling, baths, and bedtimes. It's nice to celebrate the return of your loved ones. Friday's were always a party; everyone was coming home.
Obviously things have changed with our week and weekend routines after having a child, but being a Rod Wife still sucks when you're both doing overtime. Some men are gone for weeks on end, so I should be grateful we are only apart the amount that we are. Money is nice, but not as nice as my husbands arms feel. They can keep their money, I want our Saturday's. It doesn't happen that often so it's important to look on the bright side of the situation when it occurs. Absence has been known, for example, to make the heart grow fonder. It's true. It also makes the sex better.
Me To You,
Missie Sue
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