It was hard for me to remember all the things I always packed in Cliff's lunchbox for ten hours spent at work, but I think I managed to scrounge up enough to keep his body and soul together.
Last night I asked him, "Are you feeling apprehensive about this business of going to work part-time?"
He admitted to a little uneasiness.
Today as he kissed me and headed for the door, lunchbox in hand, I said, "I don't like this." "It isn't going to be so bad in winter when there's not much else to do," he answered.
I repeated, "I don't like this."
"I don't either," he said. "I thought I would, but I don't."
"Then don't do it."
Now, he may enjoy seeing everybody after so long. If it turns out it's fun for him, that's great. But I say life is too short to spend time doing something you aren't crazy about doing just for some extra money that we're not hurting for.
It's his call. But if I sense that he's not totally happy about this, I will do my best to steer him in the proper direction.