Back to the Grindstone

Exactly 13 years ago when Lamb was 3 months old, Big D started working nights. While it was hard keeping her (& eventually Bear) quiet during the day, it was never too much of a hardship. I didn't work and the kids weren't in school so we had plenty of time together. For the past 2 years, his company has been teasing him with a day shift. They'll give it to him for a few months and then take it way for even more months. Such a thing happened to him at the beginning of summer. Since he's had a taste of days, it makes it that much more painful for him to work nights again. Add to the fact that with all 4 of our schedules, once school starts there will be no family time. Bear & I will get home roughly at 4pm. Big D will pick up Lamb from school and they'll get home at 4:30pm. Then he'll be out the door for work at 5pm. So, of course, I've been lamenting the end of summer. And, of course, I haven't gotten any sympathy from Big D because of my 3 month vacation.

I drowsily awoke this morning. Got myself ready in the quiet house and left for my first day back (kids have until Monday). I open the car door and have this waiting for me:

That was the highlight of my day!

I won't mention that it went steadily downhill from there when the car wouldn't start due to a dead battery.