That dreaded feeling...it normally hits me during the middle of March so it is a month overdue. It is possible that since I have been flittering around like a busy bee I simply have not had the time to think about it, but I am afraid it has finally happened. I had hoped maybe I was over it this year, but the cruel fingers of this strange sickness just could not keep away from me. Without warning it struck me today: I was sitting on the stool in our downstairs bathroom cleaning out the kitty litter boxes when the feeling hit me...hubbysickness. I must agree with you that yes, this is a very strange place for that kind of sickness to hit, but you have to understand that my husband usually does this particular job for me. Some days I cannot handle the smell so he kindly offers to clean it for me. Lately, he has been too tired to even think of doing that job, so I have had to just do it myself. I could have my children do it, though it usually makes more work for me. I know, not a good excuse, but really, the kitties are mostly mine, I think.
Anyway, hubbysickness struck as I was sitting there, feeling quite sorry for myself and sad that he is always out. It was the same kind of feeling that a lonely camp goer gets when he suddenly feels homesick for his family as he sits down to eat yet another horrible camp meal in the summer. It was plain to see that I simply MISSED MY HUBBY!
See, my husband works in the pest control field so during the winter months he is around the house more because jobs, and bugs, are not abundant in the cold weather. He uses that time to do odd jobs around the house, catching up on projects that have been waiting for quite some time to get completed. When we were homeschooling, it was nice to have him around during December to February when he could help with the lessons or simply be there if we decided to take the day off and go out to do something fun as a family. Now that my children attend the Christian school at our church, it has been a little different, though we are very active at the school and use that time to visit them at lunchtime to say hi. Once the winter snow melts (winter snow? Ha, not this year!) and warm weather arrives, out comes the pesky bugs and in comes the calls. Six days a week he works, leaving very little time for us to be together, though we try to make use of the few hours we do have. It is clear to my mind that he needs to work so he can make money for the family business, but that does not mean my heart has to like it or even agree with the way it works .
From past experience, I know this season will pass. The year will move on to summer and after that will come autumn when the bugs die down. I am extremely thankful for Joe's job and God's provision for our family. He supplies all our needs according to His riches in glory. I will use this hubbysickness for good and use the downtime to pray for my husband as he goes out into the world to toil for his family. May the Lord protect my dear husband and watch over him as he goes out bugging. Amen.