My wife has odd sleep habits.
I don’t know if I’d say she’s an insomniac, but she’ll often wake up in the middle of the night for an hour or two with a bit of energy before going back to bed. I’m a bit of a lite sleeper and though she tries to be unobtrusive, I’ll often hear the faint murmuring of whatever show she’s watching and the quiet footsteps up and down the hall.
But she doesn’t really waste this time. She’s a very organized woman and one who always has a plan of action. She’ll usually plot out how to optimize the current project at work. And this time pays off because she got promoted to operations manager last summer, which has been her goal for nearly five years. She loves it, but it’s not without its challenges. It puts her in charges of overseeing the opening of new stores around the country. Each opening takes about two weeks so she’s gone a lot. I won’t say it hasn’t been a strain at times, leaving me to keep up the house and take care of the kids alone for nearly half the year (non consecutive of course). But it’s her dream job and I didn’t want her accepting some other position and years down the line be sitting at a desk, doing a job she doesn’t like and wondering what if she’d gone for it.
I’ve adjusted, but I still miss her while she’s gone. It’s nice having her there to talk to after a long day, to share the small moments with. And in her absence, I struggle to explain to myself the source of the faint murmurings and quiet footsteps that wake me in the late hours of the night.
But she doesn’t really waste this time. She’s a very organized woman and one who always has a plan of action. She’ll usually plot out how to optimize the current project at work. And this time pays off because she got promoted to operations manager last summer, which has been her goal for nearly five years. She loves it, but it’s not without its challenges. It puts her in charges of overseeing the opening of new stores around the country. Each opening takes about two weeks so she’s gone a lot. I won’t say it hasn’t been a strain at times, leaving me to keep up the house and take care of the kids alone for nearly half the year (non consecutive of course). But it’s her dream job and I didn’t want her accepting some other position and years down the line be sitting at a desk, doing a job she doesn’t like and wondering what if she’d gone for it.
I’ve adjusted, but I still miss her while she’s gone. It’s nice having her there to talk to after a long day, to share the small moments with. And in her absence, I struggle to explain to myself the source of the faint murmurings and quiet footsteps that wake me in the late hours of the night.
