In San diego, he worked with the Boy Scouts. He would occasionally have them over for a sleep out or would drive everyone home from the activities. I didn't mind much. Once a week he got together with these boys and do whatever boys do during these meetings.
I always wanted him to take vacation time, he always stated he couldn't for one reason or another. He would say that he didn't have enough days or that he was saving them for something special or that he could get away from work. I always accepted him excuses but not happily. One day he came home from Boy Scouts to tell me that he was going on a week long campout with the boys and would be using 5 days of vacation days to do so.
"how come you can take vacation with the boys and not when I ask you to?", I asked
"this isn't vacation honey this is more like an obligation, I need to be with this kids."
"And why are you going, can't someone else go?"
"There needs to be certain ratio of adults to kids and there are other people going, but i still need to go."
"well I'm not happy"
"Yes honey I know"
Did he understand that my whole day was spent waiting for him to come home? Did he know that I did not get adult conversation until he got home and how stressed I was taking care of our precious child? I was going to be bored and lonely, there was only so much void the TV could take up. I called my mom, "Mom can you pick me up for the week, I'm bored."
My mom being the great person that she was drove down 2 hours to come pick me up and I was happy.
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