Here it is Labor Day and my husband is at work. Story of my life, people! The railroad life is not for everyone. I did the math on this and for about three years now, he has literally been at work more than he has been home. Then subtract commuting time and the hours of sleep he is almost always in desperate need of and we are left with very little time together. In a typical week, he goes days without laying eyes on our three children. Duty calls him to rise before the sun does, and often times he is isn't home until the kids are asleep. I've said many times that he is "taking care of his family at the expense of his family." To compare myself to a military, police officer's, or fireman's wife seems insensitive, and yet we have so much in common! Our husbands work in environments that are demanding, harsh, unforgiving, and sometimes deadly. At times I fear for his safety and how his actions could affect others. But it pays the bills and seven years in, he still enjoys it. If I'm speaking honestly here, what I love most about his job is the freedom it allows me. I haven't had a real job in 5 years, I've started homeschooling the kids and I can travel almost any time I want to. I'm spoiled, I know, but I am so grateful for this man, for the railroad, and for the "tracks" we have chosen to follow together.
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