Quiet Time

You know, because of his hours, which are dictated by the restaurant, O and I don't get to spend much time together during the week. He works late most evenings, I'm usually in bed or on the way there when he gets home. I get up more than an hour before him, and he's still sleeping when I leave for work.

Thursday nights I head to the restaurant for my weekly visit. (Actually, I'm usually also there on Friday or Saturday, but no guarantees for either of those.) It's a chance for me to see my husband when we're both awake, not in pajamas, and likely to remain so for more than an hour.

Truthfully, his schedule now is better than it was when we first started dating. Then, he had just begun working as a sous chef and worked typically 80 hour weeks. I've often said that if we didn't start living together when we did, there is no way we'd have stayed together.

Anyway, I'm enjoying the evening by myself at home. O's mom has gone to the restaurant with a friend, so it's just me and the dogs tonight. Quiet time is nice, I must say.