no rest for the weary
*siigh*
Last night, Tommy came in and sat down in the living room. First time he's done that in weeks and weeks.
But it didn't last long. :( The pager went off about 10p.m. Turned out it wasn't his company's problem, but it was at some apartments that he does all the repairs for...and the super had called him about 2 weeks ago needing some work done.
Thankfully, last night's problem was not the same thing the super had called about, but GAH! It was a pure mess.
He returned home about midnight covered in mud from the waist down and soaked to the skin from there up. Poor guy. I just ache for him when he has to work sooo hard and sooo long.
Anyhow, he requested dry clothes and two cans of Coke. *sheesh*
Since I can't sleep very soundly when he's out at night, I stayed up fiddling on the computer and doing some important stuff I might share later...
Then Tommy came home again around 2a.m., again totally covered in mud. He had another guy with him who'd agreed to help with the job. I hurriedly put on a pot of coffee and rounded up yet another set of clothes, filled two travel mugs and a thermos and off they went again.
At this point, Tucker was literally begging me to go to bed. He won't go until I do. SERIOUSLY! So, I turned in.
I awoke to Tommy's cell phone ringing in the kitchen. He jumped up out of bed all frazzled and dazed and said, "Oh no! I've got to get to work!"
He'd had exactly two hours of sleep. :(
So, I fixed him a hot cheese sandwich and stuck a fruit-n-grain bar in his shirt pocket, fixed him another mug and thermos of coffee and kissed him goodbye.
Lord knows we need the extra money, but I worry so much about Tommy's health. He's always been the type to just keep on and on and on when something like this happens. Or even with the Treps, he's spent all night working on those several times. He's just wired that way I guess. I can't function like that, though.
But he's not a spring chicken anymore and those all-nighters are getting harder and harder on him.
*sigh*