Recap:

Hubby hurt his shoul­der at work, Sep­tem­ber 01, 2007.

Hubby went on disability.

Novem­ber 15th-ish he got surgery.

Hubby’s been out of work for a very long time.

Six months.

And you know what??

After the ini­tial adjust­ment of having him home all.the.time. I’ve actually enjo­yed spen­ding our days together.

The kids are flou­rishing and we’ve found a way to work with, and around, each other without get­ting on the other’s nerves.

I actually like having him home.

Gasp.

It’s true.

But if you see him, would you kindly keep that infor­ma­tion to yourself?? 

We don’t want to unne­ces­sa­rily inflate his ego, you know.

So any­way I’ve been expec­ting that Hubby would return to work some­time around May.

Late May.

I could handle that. It gave us a bit more time together. I’d be almost done with school for the year, and child­care would not be an issue.

Then he went to the doctor’s office today.

Ver­dict:

Return to work in two weeks.

Two Weeks.

TWO WEEKS.

Frack.

The news hit me pretty hard.

We had plans in April. Plans to visit San Diego.

We spend time together in the evenings.

The kids see him all day, every day.

We have a gym rou­tine each mor­ning. As in, we actually go to the gym.

Together!

I know, crazy, huh!?

But now my time with Hubby is dra­wing to an end, and I’m sad.

I’m not sure if I can remem­ber how to parent alone. He’s been such an asset to have around the house.

And frankly, I’ve also really enjo­yed this time to recon­nect and remem­ber why we were actually married in the first place. :-)

Two weeks.

Sigh.

Two weeks.

And the count­down begins.

I knew I had to wake up from this dream at some point.… I just didn’t know how soon it would be.