I'm such a bad wait-er

I'm very psyched for the weekend! I took tomorrow off to spend with Carl and the girls. Carl's hours suck, and so I always find myself wishing the day away on Fridays so that I can run home to be with the fam. Who knows what we're doing tomorrow, but it will be so nice to get an extra day to spend together. Seeing your husband for 2 days a week is super sucky, especially when he lives with you. It's almost like having a little tease...haha he's here, but too bad because you only get to see him for 10 minutes before you go to work.

Carl went on a job interview yesterday for what seemingly appears to be his "dream job". It involves both management and pools, his two professional loves. The best part of this job: the hours, during the winter, spring and fall he would generally only work 9-4! I would have a husband back and I wouldn't feel like a single mom!!! So the tough part is waiting to hear if he gets it. This is the part that I'm sucky at. I catch myself sitting at my desk dreaming of what it would be like to have a family dinner on gasp, a Wednesday night or how much I would love to be able to come home some nights and just be able to relax knowing that someone else is home to make dinner. Most of all, I think about how much I would love to have someone there to talk to when I get home from work (instead of saving a days worth of thoughts until 9:40 when Carl gets home). But then I catch myself. He hasn't been offered the job, and he's been on lots of interviews recently where he hasn't been offered the job. As the time is ticking by ever so slowly, and I'm waiting and waiting and waiting to hear, my hopes are getting smaller and smaller and smaller. Almost 4 years of spending 4 long nights a week alone are really starting to drain me, and I just want something new, for Carl and me.

Gosh, I hope this works out and I have good news to share, both about the weekend and the job on Monday!