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My husband enjoys his work as a computer software engineer. He’s the rational, logical type who enjoys building things from the ground up with the latest technology. Even when he’s home, he works on his computer. I can’t even begin to count the extra computer parts we have stashed away in the closets and the garage. He keeps them all, “just in case”.

On the one hand, it’s a good thing to be married to a computer guy when my laptop crashes. On the other hand, it can get pretty annoying when he’s “courting the glowing box” both at home and at work. Lately, he’s picked up some hefty responsibility in his department. His boss put him in charge of a major project and he’s been putting long hours into making sure it works. Very. Long. Hours. Sometimes it’s not a good thing to be indispensable at work.

This morning, he sent me an e-mail from India, where he’s helping their Indian call center with some software. His boss recalled him home earlier than scheduled (he was supposed to spend 2 weeks in India, and this is AFTER this boss delayed the trip for a week) because of this project. He wants to cancel my husband’s week-long vacation in July and have his team work all weekends. He isn’t crazy about it, but duty calls, and like every good Eagle Scout (which he is, by the way), he’s rallying to the charge.

Needless to say, I already feel like a single mother. I deal with my children’s pediatricians, therapists, teachers, and Christina’s cardiologist. The tantrums. The strange looks from people when my autistic son acts up. I can now appreciate my mother’s hardships, raising three girls while my dad was constantly out to sea with the Navy.

Unfortunately, though, my husband and I still live in the same house. I just never see him anymore and neither do the kids, which is pretty sad. I wish it were otherwise.

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