I know my husband goes to work everyday. I know he works in a cubicle farm.
I couldn't tell you what he was doing if my life depended on it. And neither could he.
I'm married to Chandler Bing!
Oh, he could spew a bunch of meaningless Air Force jargon and acronyms at you, but even he doesn't know what that shit means.
And he's already planning on doing this shit for the rest of his life. Or, as he corrected me, "Not the rest of my life Just until the kids are out of college." Which is (twelve plus four, carry the one...)16 more years!
He says he likes it here so much that he's willing to do whatever it takes to stay here until his military retirement in seven years. Even if it means taking a year tour of Iraq or whatever country we tear up next.
I find it hard to believe that my warrior can truly be happy working in a cubicle. I'm worried about him.
His work used to be all consuming. He was about family and the mission, in that order. Now I'm worried that he needs more.
For the first time in years and years, I'm worried that I need more. It's funny because he'll do anything to make me happy. And I'll do anything to make him happy.
I hope we're not cancelling each other out!