So my husband has been suspended from work.
Even though in my gut I could feel that it was coming, I was still unpleasantly surprised when he told me.
It wasn't a complete surprise, thankfully. See, my husband has a major issue with getting to work on time. In fact, he's been warned several times that his chronic tardiness is an issue. Although I don't believe that my husband's boss has been at all empathetic toward his illness, I do think that the patience exhibited toward him always being late has been relatively fair.
I'm really disappointed.
I did my part, I think. I try to always make sure he has clean clothes, a packed lunch bag, and whatever other little things that are necessary to get ready and out the door to start your work day. After his 8th or 9th tardy, I also bought him a new watch with a timer, stopwatch, and several alarm options. The truth is, none of that really mattered.
Things were different when he had a salaried position with another company. But he gave that up a few years ago to move to the state we're currently living in - to be closer to our families at the birth of our child.
As a work-from-home mom who really loves working from home, I've been suggesting that my husband try my arrangement. Work from home, set your own hours, nap when you need to nap... but it didn't appeal to him in the least. I understood. Frankly, working from home isn't for everyone, but I was making any suggestion that seemed feasible for a person who could fall asleep at any given moment.
I'm not really sure what to do now. If he's late twice more - he's a goner - at work, anyway. He's been at his current job for almost 4 years, and really enjoys the work. He stays busy, is relatively well-paid, the benefits are just great for us, and it's a good company to work for.
Unless you're a narcoleptic.
So I'm now helping my husband job hunt - just in case. This isn't to say that losing his job is inevitable, but it's definitely possible. The good news is that in April - just a little over a month from now - his tardies will be wiped from his slate and he can start over. So if we can make it a month without him being late, he'll be okay.
For now, I'm going to keep doing what I can to help him get to work on time, and I've decided to increase my work hours, but I wish that he could just quit. I wish that he could live on disability or that I could support our family on my own. Of course, more than anything, I wish that he didn't have narcolepsy.
At least someday, he won't.