That feeling in the pit of your stomach

You know what I'm talking about. That oh boy here it comes feeling. He's been talking the past few days about going back to being a foreman in a couple of months and acting like everything is all better and back to normal. Really, are we not going to make it to Saturday without me strangling him in his sleep? No dear, you don't wipe out years of erratic behavior in a month. No, things are not all better. Honestly, I think he's not liking this Mr. Mom thing. He's just beginning to realize all the things he has to do in the evenings now that I'm back to work, the fact that we don't see each other at all during the week, and how much more there will be when school starts. He's not loving it. I however, was highly amused watching him work out carpool with the other moms. Anywho,I think he's to make subtle suggestions about working as a foreman again and then he will be making more money and I can cut down my hours. Yea uh huh. First of all, his PTSD isn't going away anytime soon. He's got added stressors taking care of the kids, and now he wants to add the stress of being a foreman back into the mix? And expect not to go over the edge. Again, fascinating the way his mind thinks. This is a short one today, I have to get dinner in the crockpot before I leave for work. If you're out there, you're not alone.