It's been almost a month since I quit my job. There have been plenty of days that have caused me to remember why I enjoy working so much. Going to work added a bit of diversity to my life that I don't normally get otherwise. I was able to socialize and rub shoulders with my co-workers, and I miss that.
Nowadays, I spend most of my time with Isabelle and her friends. And, I'll admit, sometimes I just want a break from the usual that comes from being a stay-at-home-mom.
However, despite how mundane my days can seem, I am grateful that I'm able to stay at home. And that is only possible because Dustin is such a hard worker and takes his responsibility as our primary bread winner very, very seriously.
I used to work part-time at an event's center, and too many of my co-workers were women who worked multiple jobs because their husbands couldn't find "the perfect job." Instead, these "men" opted to not work at all, not seeming to mind that their wives worked on their feet all day long.
Over the years, Dustin has taken jobs that he knew he wouldn't like, but he tolerated them while he looked for something better. The idea of not working just because the greatest job wasn't falling into his lap was never an option. And, eventually, his patience and endurance paid off because now he has a great job.
Yesterday, Dustin worked 14 hours. The day before that he worked 12. And the day before that he worked 9. Who knows how long he'll work today. He works so, so hard because that's the type of person he is. He has a great work ethic, and even though I know the pressure of being our primary bread winner is great he never fails to go to work every day.
I often ask him how I can make his days easier, to lighten his load. And his answer is always, "Having dinner ready for me when I come home means so much."
So, not only is he a hard worker, he's pretty easy to please.