It's funny how...

When you've had your husband home from work for going on six weeks, you realize how incredibly badly you need normalcy. As the days crawl by at a pace that even snails scoff at, sometimes all you need is...well...a little change. Today, Josh started his fourth year of school for HVAC training to become a journeyman. For the past month he's been trapped in this house with us daily. I believe that the four of us shackled together for 'forced family time' has taken a bit of a toll on us all. Today has been one of the fastest days I've experienced in quite awhile. I can't believe that it's nap time already! Where did my morning go? You know what though? I'm okay with that. It felt like 'old times' again waking up to an empty space where Josh's car should be. I was afraid that I'd be pounding my head on the wall with the constant, mind-numbing chorus of 'where's daddy?' echoing through the house. But each kid asked me a grand total of once. After I told them that he'd gone to school, they were dandy-fine with that explanation and have been merrily playing out the day ever since. Okay, so it's not like I don't enjoy having Josh around. I wouldn't be married to him if that was case. Unfortunately, we can get a bit bored with the monotony and that puts a strain on our time together. It's like living college dorm life all over again. (Mandy, you know what I mean.) If our time together was paid vacation from a full time job, I'm sure that we'd be handling things much differently. As it is, having the word 'unemployed' bouncing haphazardly around our skulls consistently as the days ebb by makes it harder to enjoy. The kiddos love having Josh around, but it's nothing compared to the excitement they get when he's been gone all day and hear the words 'daddy's home' come out of my mouth. It gives them daily consistency (that goes for me as well) and something fun to look forward to at night. Honestly, I think I heard Josh skipping out of the house with bells on while whistling a merry tune at 6:00 this morning. Can't blame him. I feel the same way at the prospect of leaving the house for an allotted period of time. The question is, when is it my turn to skip and whistle?