My job requires some travel. Not too much in the summer, but a lot at the beginning of the school year, which is now. My travel schedule since the middle of August has been messing with our custody schedule, because it’s rare that all my travel happens on the three days I don’t have the kids in a week. More often than not, I bleed over by half a day or a day into LOD’s off days, so we end up having to trade days to even up over the course of the month.
In a lot of ways it’s inconvenient, because it’s a deviation from the normal schedule. But listening to my friends who are still married dealing with their partners’ travel schedules makes me actually feel grateful that we’re not together. When one half of a couple is gone, the other has to shift everything to pick up the slack and it can be a major disruption. For us, since we’re two self-contained units, one of us out of town isn’t substantially different from one of us home but not with the kids that night.
I do feel really lucky that not only does LOD trade days with me so I can do my job, but he also doesn’t resent it or hold it against me. It is what it is–days we rearrange–not anything more.
This separate and equal thing is working way better than I thought it would. Of course, I’m typing this from a hotel room that’s almost as big as my apartment, and LOD had to run the homework gauntlet tonight (this week’s vocab quiz: homophones). So maybe LOD should weigh in on what it’s like for him when I’m gone for three days in a row.