One of the main reasons -- okay, the only reason -- we moved to Vegas was so the DH could get a cool new job. It paid more, offered him the chance to get great job experience, that kind of thing. It also required him to log a fair number of hours of field time.
Along with the whole radical-life-change thing, I was apprehensive about him being out of town for days on end. When he took the job, he assured me that they assured him that he'd only do about one week a month of field time, two weeks every once in a while, but definitely not more than that.
Fast forward six months. The DH is regularly gone for two weeks (though, in all fairness, he does come home on the weekends) and is occasionally out-of-pocket for three weeks in a row. This bugs me. Not only is he gone, leaving me alone in what is still a strange city with a new baby, but he's gone a lot more than I anticipated.
He, of course, loves being out in the field. He'd much rather be gallivanting in the woods somewhere than sitting in an office. If it means not coming home for 4 or 5 days at a time, then so be it.
Anyway, that's where I am now. Home, alone, while he's elsewhere. The baby sleeps peacefully (for now. That kid has abysmal sleep habits. Are all babies like this? Is it my fault?). I'm not looking forward to spending another night by myself, but I suppose I'll get used to it. Just something else to adapt and over come.
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