J.O.B

It's exactly what I wanted. It's what I asked for, what I prayed for. The guy got a job. Yay!! So excited.. right? Oh, wait, I'm not that excited.

He has found a job through a friend of his to paint water towers. Yes, water towers. Big, scary, tall things he's gonna shimmy up and paint and weld and do other equally horrifying things. I'm terrified. I've somehow kept myself from googling 'water tower deaths.' But I know they're out there.

I'm also not so excited about the travelling. He'll be gone a minimum of a week to two weeks for every job. Boo. I'm going to miss him, which goes without saying. He's goofy and sweet and terrific with the princess and it's not going to be the same when he's in another state.

I'm trying very hard to be positive, especially since every time I really think about it, my nose feels like it's been punched, and my eyes water. I am incredibly grateful he was able to find this job, and we both know how much he needed the money. It's not fair of me to be all upset about him getting a job when it's what we've both wanted for awhile. He's telling me we have to at least try this once. He's not trying to keep this job for a long period of time, but it is all he can get right now. He leaves Monday for his first assignment.

I just need him to come back in one piece. Quickly.