That song just popped into my head for no particular reason at all.
Hubby's former manager at his last temp job before this one called him out of the blue last night and offered him another year at his old job. We discussed it, and he accepted. The schedule sucks beyond sucky (I think it's 4 p.m. to 2:30 a.m., Wednesday through Saturday), but the money's better and he likes the work better. So, we'll be back to not seeing much of each other.
Of course, selfish witch that I am, my first thought was how the hell am I going to get pregnant if we don't see each other for half the week??? We basically won't see each other three days a week, and only for a brief time on Saturdays. But, we'll figure something out.
He'll call the temp agency when he gets home today (yes, this is the same temp agency that tried to screw him over for unemployment last time), and then we'll see what happens...