The Rare No-Picture Post

No pictures in this post. Work has been ridiculously crazy (But awesome! Already done so much more in my first month at the new job than the past few months at my old job) and I just haven't had time to take/edit pictures like I want to. Instead, I'm going to complain about my husband being in town.

What?

Yeah, that's right. At first, I was nothing but thrilled that the Husband (TH) finally has a role with his company where he'll spend the majority of his time working in our city.  Prior to this year, since I've graduated from law school, he's worked out of town Monday through Friday. No lie - it hasn't been easy to be separated. We both get lonely during the week and it's a lot of responsibility to take case of the house and our dogs (in addition to working 60ish hours a week) while he's gone.

So when TH told me that he'd been accepted for a much more prestigious role, and one that spent the majority of time working in our city, we were thrilled. And the first few weeks? Great. Awesome. Amazing.

Then we realized that in all that time apart, we've developed very different living styles. For example: I like to go to bed relatively early (10 or 10:30) and wake up around 6 or 6:30, depending on whether I work out or not. TH prefers to work/relax until about 11:30 and sleep in until 7 or so. We haven't yet meshed our sleeping schedules and so we're constantly sleep deprived.

During the week, when I leave for work, I know that the house will be as neat as I leave it. Now? There's no telling what mess or clutter TH might spread around.

It's getting better, but I never realized what an adjustment it would be to actually live with my husband.

And it's soon to become an even larger adjustment, because I'm giving up alcohol for Lent. So no more wine when I find dirty dishes spread from here to kingdom come. Wooo!