com·mis·sion vb.1. The act of granting certain powers or the authority to carry out a particular task or duty.
I received my recommissioning. My authority and powers as head homemaker have returned. All because my sidekick has flown the coop. In other words...
...the husband got a job.
Not just any job, mind you. A job that seems so good that my head is still spinning. I am still holding my breath, waiting for the "catch" or the "attached strings", which have yet to materialize. He will be working as a Bilingual Employment Recruiter and I don't think that a different position could use his skills and gifts as well as this one.
I'm still shaking my head.
But in the last few years, my homemaking skills have grown a little rusty. The advantages of having a husband home a lot are many, but one of the downsides is being out-of-practice as a one-woman-show. I need igure out some semblance of a routine, make a meal plan including filling the freezer, and reignite the flame for making this home a soft place to land.
On the Husband's first day, we took him to a small local restaurant as a way of honoring and celebrating him. It's only about 10 minutes from home, but as we sat down my 5-year-old remarked that "it took forever to get here".
"Yeah. About two-and-a-half years," I said.
The kids were confused.
But the Husband and I exchanged a knowing look.
It has been a really long road.