My husband has described it best...it's like we're on a perpetual hamster wheel and we don't know how/when we'll be able to get off.
With few exceptions (like vacation time), this analogy describes our lives for the past 4 years. Perfectly.
Since 2005, we have lived split lives, so to speak. My husband works away from home during the week. I manage everything while he's gone (not to mention doing this while I work full-time myself). We see him for a few days on the weekend (assuming he's not off on yet another business trip). Then the vicious cycle repeats itself. Over. And. Over. Again.
For years, I've plowed through each week, anxiously awaiting the return of my partner (yes, Friday's are my favorite day of the week ;o) Never allowing myself to dwell on the routineness of our lives. But lately, it seems to be catching up with me.
I'm not sure what the answer is. Or how we'll eventually jump off this dreaded hamster wheel. The obvious choices are either:
1.) Win the lottery (not likely, but we try every week ;o)
2.) Mike gets a new job (easier said than done in this economy)
3.) Move to Michigan (but that won't alleviate us being apart while he's away for all his travel)
I've tried to be more social this year, and it's helped. I actually feel more connected to some of blogger/twitter friends than I do with some of my old IRL friends. But, it's just not enough.
Perhaps, I'm just coming off the high from vacation (and a break from our "routine"). Or perhaps I'm wallowing in too much self-pity.
But enough, is enough already.
I'm ready to get off this damn hamster wheel.