“Everything I do at work, I do for the future of our family. You know that, right?” This was my favorite part of the conversation with my husband this morning.
Finding quality time together is never easy with a chef’s long hours and having 3 kids. Late at night when he comes home, really is not the best time for a deep conversation or for us to vent all our frustrations from the day at each other. I’m burned out and fried from a long day as a Mom and he’s exhausted from working since o’dark hundred in the morning.
So conversations happen at random moments, whenever there is time and a bit of quiet (early in the morning, laying in bed, in the car on the way to work, in the bathroom while brushing our teeth, etc.)
My chef/husband’s long commute into work was our time to talk this morning.
The conversation started off with him checking on me to make sure I was OK. He mentioned that he ran into an acquaintance who recently moved to the area with his family and how he had asked if I was OK since I had disappeared from Facebook. (See this post for more on that.)
So the conversation continued about life, work and parenting. Nothing too much out of the ordinary until this – “Everything I do at work, I do for the future of our family. You know that, right?”
I do know that and am so thankful for that. (But it was nice to hear.) After reassuring him that I understood, we talked a bit more and the day continued as he went on to work and I took the girls to school.
We are so blessed that he has a job that provides for us so I can stay home with our girls. There is always hope of less hours at work and more hours at home, but after 19 years, I’m finally willing to accept that there is probably no chef job (at least one that is done well) on the planet that is 40 hours a week, with weekends off and that pays enough to support a family of 5. And if I am wrong and you know of one, please find my husband on Linkedin and tell him about it.
With each job change in the past, I have always hoped that this one would be less hours (and that the restaurant would have laundry service and I would not have to wash chef coats.) But now that I’m done living in fantasyland, I can still hope that he won’t have to work on Christmas Day, right?
I love little conversations like the one above with my husband. I really never know when they are going to happen and couldn’t even plan it if I tried. His schedule just changes too much.
When do you find time to talk to your chef? Let me know in the comments below!
From one chef wife to another,