The upside to my husband’s continual and seemingly perpetual absences is that I’m saving a truckload of money on razor blades. Yes, he shaves at work. But I don’t take my “personal landscaping” quite so seriously when he’s away on his shift. I like to tell myself that when one grows a yeti-like coat of fur one tends to stay warm. Lower heating bills. My glass is always half full.
Still, I’d rather have him home, zoned out beside me watching the SciFi Channel or lost in a game of Call of Duty.
I shouldn’t complain really. I mean I just saw him a week ago. For three whole hours.