Today, Mark starts a new job. This is wonderful news for him because, honestly, if he spent one more month in that toxic work environment that he called a job, I was probably going to have to bail him out of jail. The man has been grinning and bearing it so long, I assume his jaw is aching terribly.
He is very excited about this new opportunity, and I am very proud of him.
But this isn’t about him…it’s about how my life has been restructured.
See, with this new job came a shift change that ultimately takes my daily timetable and throws it in the trash. Now, I am what you would call a creature of habit, and I like things how I like them. I get used to them, and am comfortable there. My very favorite time of day is 5am. At 5am, there is no one awake, save maybe a couple of birds tweeting in the tree outside. I can watch the news and play on my phone and drink my coffee and be at peace. It’s my “me” time, and I really love it. Sometimes I wake up even earlier and just stay up to enjoy even more time alone in the dark.
But that’s over now. Now 5am is sleeping time, and 5pm has become my “me” time, I guess.
I mean, I woke around seven, which was earlier than planned. (I’m thinking I can wake at 8 to make this schedule work.) I did my usual morning routine, despite the presence of Mark, and around 1pm I became tired, so I took a little nap. 3pm found me dropping Mark off at his new job, and I was home before 4. No one is sleeping and the birds don’t seem as lively right now, but I do have my coffee and I did play around on Twitter and now here I am typing my blog at 5pm. Usually, my blogs come in the morning. Not anymore. Enjoy them with your dinner.
So now I have to keep myself busy all night, which is less easy because I don’t have errands and doctor’s appointments and such in the evenings, like I do during the day. The evening ahead seems almost endless.
But then I remind myself that this is not my first rodeo. Mark has worked second shift before, and I managed fine back then, so why wouldn’t I now? I just have to adapt, kind of like I do for daylight savings time. (Though, as you may know, I complain about that loudly and often,)
So today is extra coffee day, because I need to start staying up late. I am thinking of rearranging my bookshelves or perhaps even reading one of the books on them (gasp!)
Well…goodbye 5am, a time I have cherished for the past four and a half years.
Much unlike my husband’s previous job.