Plans for the weekend and suddenly your husband’s job gets in the way. Sounds familiar? Well, welcome to my world! My husband is scheduled to return from Brazil on Saturday before leaving again for Taiwan on Sunday morning. As if this wasn’t already bad enough, I mixed up his departure times – leaving us even less time together than I originally thought. Find out why these missing hours are particularly hard on me this weekend.
TWO BUSINESS TRIPS IN A ROW
I have been aware about his travel plans for several weeks now, and in a way I was ok with it. Of course it is always bad when he is planning two business trips in a row. But unless he has to leave on short-notice, I usually take the chance to make my own plans for the weekends. That’s what I did for this weekend too.
Tonight I’m having dinner at an Italian restaurant with my best friend. On Sunday I’m going to visit my brother and his family. In between, I’m going to pick up my husband from the airport and I’m looking forward to have breakfast with him on Sunday morning.
Doesn’t sound too bad, does it? Unfortunately I realized only now that things aren’t going to go the way I planned.
I must admit that I have long since stopped memorizing all the details of my husband’s travels. Usually I’m satisfied to know when he is going to leave, and which city he is going to visit.
Modern technology has made this really easy. Since my husband has shared his Google Calendar with me, I can easily find out flight numbers and hotels if I have to.
Finalizing my plans for the weekend, I remembered to check my husband’s flight details, just to be sure…
Arrival on Saturday at 5 p.m. / Departure Sunday 11 a.m. with a Rail&Fly connection leaving at 8 a.m. in our home town.
… and realized that I made a huge mistake! Instead of leaving around 11 a.m. as I had thought, my husband is already going to leave at 8 a.m. on Sunday morning. That’s three hours earlier than I had expected and ruins all my breakfast plans. What a mess!
THOSE THREE HOURS WOULD’VE MADE A DIFFERENCE
You might argue that it’s only three hours. And sure, you’re right. But on the other hand, it’s those three hours that actually would’ve made a difference for me.
Because it’s three hours of undisturbed quality time. Three hours that we could’ve talked to each other in person after communicating via Whatsapp all week. Three hours between arriving home unpacking, sleeping, packing and leaving again where we could’ve both enjoyed a moment of quiet together. Three hours in which I’m going to have breakfast alone now, while my husband is on his way to Frankfurt Airport putting more and more distance between us. Three hours that make me sad and angry as a consequence.
Sometimes my husband’s travels are really hard to bear. It just feels so unfair, that I have to cope with all these goodbyes while other couples spend every weekend together.
At the same time, now that the first disappointment has passed, I know that I’m going to cope. Plus, I’m aware that this isn’t easy for my husband either.
Although it is hard sometimes, it is my strong belief that moments like these are going to make our relationship stronger in the long term. So instead of being sad and angry I really should start looking forward to the weekend after the next, when my husband is going to be home for more than just one day.
Have a nice weekend everyone and always remember to be grateful for the quality time you get with your loved ones!