First, he was off last Thursday and Friday, but working weekends. Then, he only worked half the evening Saturday, but was off Sunday. Switched to days for Monday and Tuesday, back to swings on Wednesday, off Thursday and Friday.
At least, that was the original plan.
It's 10:51 Friday evening.
The phone rings.
It's his shop telling him he's actually working twelve hour shifts starting... oh, 3 hours ago, so could he please come in ASAP?
Hang up the phone.
Do they not realize this airman is married to a woman who can get emotional when learning that she has to sleep alone, plus hasn't been given enough time to mentally prepare for
All this (and more) runs through my mind as my hubby begins to change.
Phone rings again.
Run to answer before machine picks up.
"Disregard," his supervisor says. "Twelves start tomorrow night."
Can you say emotional roller coaster?! ;P *sigh* Such is life when married to an airman. :o) He might wear the uniform, but the moment I lifted my pen and signed the dotted line on that marriage license, I was sworn in, too.