I survived my first day of work. It was kinda strange after being out of work for so long. The environment is definitely different then what I am used too. I have only met a very few of my co-workers so far, and they are proving to be interesting already.
What do you say to a young woman, younger then my daughter, who unsolicited, shares that she was a virgin until she was 19 and also got pregnant when she was 19? What do you say to the single mom who has a son the same age as my son who shares that she is barely making ends meet? Her "old man", is in prison and she doesn't make enough money to pay her rent every month. I don't remember what I said, probably some professionally, socially acceptable drivel. I do remember what I was thinking however. I was thinking what a lucky girl I am.
My most favorite time of day is when Musicman gets home from work. We do not have cell phones and do not text each other throughout the day. There is something so satisfying about the coming together at the end of the day. Talking about our day spent apart. Learning about the people we are when we are at work. Reconnecting as a couple. These times have become very precious to me over the years. That is what I mourned about last evening, I didn't want to miss out on that.
When I got home last night Musicman was waiting for me at the door. He had a cold drink waiting for me. Not only had he fed himself, but he cleaned up after too. He also finished some laundry that I hadn't quite gotten too, yet. We went up to our room and I changed into something comfy and even though it was late, we talked about our day.
I did most of the talking, he patiently listened to everything I had to say. I can be a bit scattered sometimes when I have an overload of information. That's what yesterday was, and probably the next few weeks will be like that. He will listen and give opinions or suggestions and in general help me cope with a new situation. I had so much to say that even though I asked how his day went he didn't say much about it. He was focused on me and how my day went. That is a skill not a lot of people have.
This is just one of the many reasons why I am such a lucky girl. I have someone to come home too. Someone who loves me unconditionally. Someone who appreciates the things I do. Someone who listens when I need it. Someone who picks up the slack without being asked or expectations of reward. Someone who works just as hard as I do to make our life what it is. Someone who takes of and cares for, me. Someone who is a true partner to walk through this world with. I'm a lucky girl. Tired, but lucky :)
The next few days will be a challenge for me. I haven't done this much physical activity in at least 5 years. My last job was a desk job. Yuck, I didn't like it much and am glad I won't be doing it anymore. The exercise will be good for me, but, there will be an adjustment period. I am going to be stiff and sore and tired. I'm no spring chicken, ya know? Thanks to Musicman though, I know a great cure for all those maladies. Wonder if he wants to administer some medicine tonight? Can you guess what he would prescribe?