"Why didn't you answer it?" I ask, even though I know the answer as plan as the pillow on my cheek. "I was asleep." He says in a tone not unlike one my daughter will use when she is a teen. The defensive whine cuts through the air and I am angry.
Follow my blog with Bloglovin Mr. Brickie could be working any day now. These days are really tense. With him being 14 working days away from a substantial raise, it would give us a little breathing room if he could just work those 14 days without issue, but the weather is our master and questioning it leads to nothing but despair. It’s what you deal with when you work outdoors. There is a lot of hope in these days. We all just want him to work. We hope he will. Every night we stare at his phone, waiting for it to ring, knowing it could be the call to go…