So Olof got a job. He signed a contract on Monday and starting May 2, he’ll be leaving us every morning to go consult his little heart out at an IT company in town. This is, of course, good news, but I confess I’m not feeling particularly cheerful about it.
It’s just such a big change, and my earlier optimism about it has waned somewhat in the face of his being away from home for 50+ hours every week. He’ll leave before the kids even get up in the morning, and he won’t be home again until two hours before their bedtime. That’ll take some getting used to for all of us (not least Olof, who has been a very hands-on dad for the past decade). Sigh.
Argh. Yeah, good news, but not. Two sides to every coin eh?
Hope it somehow manages to feel better than you expect it to.
Of course we’re all entitled to a little pity party now and then. I’ve certainly had my share.
I’m having me a pity party,
Nothing you can say,
A feeling slightly shitty party,
Don’t need you to stay,
Don’t bother being witty,
Cuz there’s nothing you can say,
But if you want to hug me,
Well I guess that that’s okay.
Yikes. 🙁
Ken, that little ditty made my day. 😀
Glad to hear it. I wrote it here for you, but I think I may be post it on my rhyme site.
It’s kind of a universal theme. ;o)
Ah I understand. Good news and not. Big change. Does he have to put in that long hours? Can he work from home?
Anna, he’ll be working 40 hours a week, but with an hour lunch and commuting time, he’ll be away from home about 10½ hours every day. Apparently later on he may be able to work from home one day per week, but the rest of the time he’ll have to be in the office.