Almost

We are almost to the end.  Still it feels like it will never come.  No matter how many times I have done this, the last month is always the hardest.  I am so ready for him to be home and for us to be a family again.  For once, I finally feel like we have a good routine going.  I don't feel like we are rushed to get out the door in the morning.  Kids get homework done nicely and to bed on time.  The week days run like clockwork and it is nice.  Still his presence is missing.  When we sit down for dinner as a family the table is unbalanced.  I miss his laughter in the evenings.  I wish I had an extra body to be divided for soccer games and activities.  It will be nice to have someone else do the dishes for a change.  I so can't wait till his is home. 

At the same time, I am nervous about how things will change.  He never comes home at the same time.  Work can be anywhere from a normal day to a twelve hour shift.  He is coming home for a week and then leaving again.   How is that going to change our routine?  How are the kids going to handle it?  Can we work around it just as efficiently?  Can I manage getting everyone out the door in the morning with him getting ready?  I know we will find our new balance and it will take time.  I just hope he is patient with me during that transition and I am just as patient.