Its 10pm and Darryl is still at work. Last night he came home at midnight. I know he had dinner with us on Friday 2 weeks ago, and also on Amelia’s birthday, 3 weeks ago, and I think one Saturday. Its been quite a busy season for him, and for the rest of us. It started out not too bad, a few late nights in January and February. To be honest, busy seasons have never been quite as bad as I thought (as the wife waiting at home), until this year.
I do remember when I was first pregnant with Kathryn. Darryl was working at ICOS until about 9pm every night. I was so sick, I just laid in the bed. We had no TV, so I listened to the radio, KOMO news (with traffic on the 4′s). It repeated everything every 10 minutes, and I listened to it for at least 2 hours every night. So I do have to admit this is better than that. At least I am busy with the girls until bedtime, we have TV, I finished reading my Harriet Tubman book, and of course I can read blogs.
Anyway, the point is not to complain, it is to recognize both the hard work Darryl is doing and the alone-ness of wives when their husbands work late. I remember Elder Nelson at a devotional at BYU praising his wife who never complained when he worked late into the night in medical school, residency, etc. So I will try to be like her. I know we always have him on Sunday, which is wonderful. And every morning before he goes to work the girls go crazy for him. Its so cute, they both want to sit on his lap for family prayer.