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ailbheDear god. I have just found out that Rob has more overtime planned this month. Three nights the first week, two nights the second week, three nights the third week, and one night the fourth week. Every month I'm told that it's almost over, that the overtime won't be necessary much longer. It keeps happening. What about our life? Three nights out of five is (a) too much for me to cope with regularly and (b) making Rob so tired he's pretty constantly as vague and unreliable as if he'd missed his antidepressants.
It's not as if I'll get any rest at the weekend, either, because we're going to the in-laws'. Which is great, we haven't been for ages, but hardly restful.
Why isn't he being paid enough for this work that we can hire a babysitter, so at least *I* could go to bed early and someone would still be around to play with the baby when she wakes? All I'm necessary for is feeding her, after all. No, he's not getting paid, he's getting time off in lieu which he's not allowed to take when we want him to. Still, at least it means I was able to make us all dentist appointments, right?
It's not as if I'll get any rest at the weekend, either, because we're going to the in-laws'. Which is great, we haven't been for ages, but hardly restful.
Why isn't he being paid enough for this work that we can hire a babysitter, so at least *I* could go to bed early and someone would still be around to play with the baby when she wakes? All I'm necessary for is feeding her, after all. No, he's not getting paid, he's getting time off in lieu which he's not allowed to take when we want him to. Still, at least it means I was able to make us all dentist appointments, right?