I could say our schedules suck and take this like a couple but my schedule does not suck. I'm very lucky to have the job that I do and the boss that manages me. It's schedule bliss where I work. I get in around 7:30 and leave anywhere between 3:00 to 4:30. It all depends on the workload and whatever idiot scheduled a 4:30 meeting. I'm the type of person that on a day off is wondering why the grocery store is packed with people in the middle of the day. Don't they work? Oh, wait.
Cowboy's schedule sucks. He works nights. Six at night to six in the morning. If I leave at 4:30 from my job, it roughly gives us over an hour to spend time together - while he gets ready for work. He's lucky he doesn't have to do this every day. At the beginning of each month he also goes down to Houston for his drill weekends. His job has him off only two weekends a month, so one goes to drill and the other is up in the air for us.
This means three out of the four weekends in a month, I have to go at it alone. By it, I mean life, not it it. Running errands, meeting people for fun activities, movies, blockbuster, dinners, etc. Its sometimes a bummer, unless there is a The Hills marathon on - then its just dandy. There is nothing like watching trash television without the lingering thought of how silly this looks. A 30 year old tuned into MTV for the entire day?!
It's a bummer for him as well. He would love to attend my weekend events and errands with me. He would love to have a weekend. Period. He would love to spend more time together. Our time is measured by the clock and we try to get in as much us time as we can on a daily basis, when he has to into work. It's tough. It could be worse. Well, I guess it kinda has been when he was in Iraq, but that was then. And it was different. Now, he's just across the highway working and I'm over here.
Making the bed is pointless. When I get out of it, he's getting in.