My husband has been home for a few days, and has mostly needed to study the entire time, but has given us some time each morning and evening to be together as a family. And not a lot of time – maybe a few hours total each day. But I notice how much less worn down I am today than I usually would be after such a day. I’ve had very full and long days this week (mostly due to trying to keep the house quiet for my husband’s studying, so we’ve stayed occupied away from home most of the day each day), but I’ve been less emotionally drained than I would have expected for each day. And today has left me less physically exhausted, because I actually got to take a nap for around 45 minutes this afternoon, while my husband played with our daughter. Just from today, I can only imagine how it must be for families to have two parents in the same house each night (versus our situation of being not even in the same city for about eight months, and now not even in the same state the past month and a half and for another couple months [or more] still). And it is wildly more manageable.
And it kind of angers me, too, that those people complain to me all the time about how hard it is having a kid when I mention that I’m struggling. They have seriously no idea what it’s been like for me the last ten months, and they likely never will understand. Even when talking about my situation, it usually takes several minutes of discussion and several explicit explanations of how not-here my husband is and for how long that has been the case before they even notice that I am literally on my own with my child every single day and night, that my husband is not here to help, not even in the evenings most of the time. They literally do not listen to the words I am saying for most of the conversation, even when they are initiating and asking the questions in the first place. It’s ridiculous.
Anyway, I’m going to go to sleep now. Goodnight.
Post-a-day 2026
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