Two hours.
Two STINKING hours is all I get to see my husband on his long days. He gets home around 7:30 and then either I am (or both of us are) in bed at 9:30. Owen might get to see him an extra half hour if Tom feeds him a bottle in the morning (if the timing works out right).
No, it’s not like that every day… but for at least the first week (or two) of every month it is. And Saturdays until 4 or so.
Ugh.
>:XX
Hang in there, the calvary is on the way