The Count Down

I'm spoiled. I've become very used to MY time. Time to be browsing online. Time to type emails. Time to read books. Time to watch "chick flicks". Time to do whatever I want to do and watch whatever I want to watch on TV.
These times are not that frequent in fact they are very few and rare because they are only at night when the grand kids have gone home and my husband goes to bed and I have the living room to myself.

His job involves getting up at 1:00am driving to a depot in the dark of night and loading up a truck with various types of bread. Driving to various stores, stocking the shelves with the bread, driving back to the depot and printing out the sales of the day and ordering for the next few days.
He usually gets home around 2:00pm. A 13 hour day. He usually is in bed around 6pm. His days off of work are Weds and Sundays.
It's a job that requires a very different life style. Never spending two days in a row unless it's a Holiday. Never staying up late together to watch the late show. Eating dinner in the middle of the afternoon instead of evening like other families do.
It involves trying to talk to your husband and noticing that his eyes are beginning to roll to the back of his head due to exhaustion and you realize that everything you have said to him has vanished.

He has worked for the same company for almost 30 years. He is retiring. As of January 1st , 2009 he will be a free man!
He's very excited and should be. He is counting the days, hours and minutes left. No more alarm clock at 1am. No more lifting heavy pallets of bread racks. No more wearing knee pads in order to squat down to the bottom bread shelf.

I am happy for him. He has worked hard long hours for many years and deserves a life that has less strain on his 61 year old body and more leisure time.

I just have some adjusting to do! lol !