A Little Space for Me

Got a call from J -
“coming home early, couldn’t
cope.” No, not again…

So yeah, you can imagine how I’m feeling right now. J was back at work for ‘rehab’, as they call it. Trying to get back in the swing of things. They’ve been *really* good about his sick leave, and about him coming back - softly softly. Half days for the first couple of weeks, pushing forward the time he leaves, but still he’s coming home seemingly stressed out, anxious and with a tension headache.

When I hear the call of him coming home early, I can literally FEEL my heart sink. How will he be when he gets home? Does he want to go to bed? Will Zack’s constant cries for attention make him feel even more agitated? Will he go out? Or will he sit in front of the PC and try to shut everything out?

Luckily this time it hasn’t happened. He seemed relatively relaxed with the boys, and just relieved to be home for the weekend. I just hope he feels well enough to try going in again on Monday, either that or it’ll be back to the doctor’s again. I have a feeling I may have to go out in the big wide world to find a job if this keeps up. Something I really didn’t want to do until the boys were at school, but needs must and all that. We shall see how J’s last two weeks of ‘rehab’ go first.

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