I took yesterday afternoon off to work on The Thesis.
While I have the support of my co-workers and office to finish The Thesis and could easily arrange my schedule to work a five-hour day, A. had to work an 11-hour day in a field he hates.. He really hates his job. He hates it so much. (He does like his co-workers, however. Thank goodness for tiny graces, yes?) He has been applying for work in his field for a year. He has been (what feels like) rejected for a year. It is really, really starting to get to him. I feel so helpless.
When I arrived at home, I hunkered down at the computer and focused. I was determined to get as much done as possible in my allotted time. At 6:00 p.m., I saved my work and headed to the kitchen. I made a family recipe I got from A,'s mom and had a warm, comforting dinner ready for A. when he got home an hour later. I had a fire going so the house was cozy amidst the 50-mph winds outside.
I basically tried to make our home a huge hug for him.
It felt like all I could do. It felt good to take care of him. It still feels good.