My husband has whittled down his monthly hours to just four. Four hours left to fly before they can't fly him anymore until January.
That's 74 freaking hours he's flown this month (up in the air time people - not hanging around an airport or anything).
Except they haven't called him. And today he's off. Which means that he could be called tomorrow. Or Saturday.
Since he only has four hours left, you can guess that it won't be a long trip. Out and back to Orlando a couple of times and he'd be done.
But they could fly him on Christmas Eve, overnight him, and then have him fly back from that somewhere on Christmas.
I'm really quite fine with him possibly not being here for Christmas because we go through this every single year and I'm used to it.
And really, there's nothing I (or he) can do.
But this year, the kids know that Christmas is two days away.
Damn Advent calendar.
And my husband is obsessed, as he has been all month long, even offering to work today on his off to so that he won't have to fly over the next two days, which they didn't take him up on.
So we sit. And wait. And try to figure out how to explain to the kids why Santa might be coming a day late.