Needless to say, we rarely saw him. He came home at about six and stayed at long as two hours--usually less--until he was off, again, to the library or a job.
Recognizing this was to be the pattern for the next four years, I decided to do something about it.
One day in September, I took a chain saw and cut a big hole in the side of our garage. I built new shelves in the storage section of the garage and organized it. Then, after building a separating wall, I made a study room for my husband. Because I have a lot of children and must continue grocery shopping, home schooling, and laundry folding, it took me the whole of last semester and a couple of weeks of this one.
But, now, I get to see my favorite friend every time he takes a bathroom/stretching/food break. If I have something to tell him, I just run into the back yard and tell him. Here it is: