DH and I (and family) emigrated a couple of years ago. Unforutnately DH has been a little unlucky and employement hasn't been quite as easy as we'd hoped - but such is life.
In March, out of need more than anything else, DH started working somewhere 3 hours away, and had to do the 6 hour commute every day, I have so much respect and appreciation that he did that for our family. Of course it had some huge sets backs, in that the children didn't see him in the week, and me, well maybe an hour a day. Anyway DH was still applying for jobs elsewhere and was lucky enough to get a permanent job an hour away from home, only slight catch was at some point down the line the working hours may be lengthened to 7pm. Seeing as that would still just about get him home in time for bedtime, we conceded that it wasn't that bad.
Well 5 months down the line, that point in the future has become now, and with 2 weeks notice DH and the rest of his team have been told, it's not 7pm, it's 10pm. The employer has said that new contracts will be drawn up, and nothing will go ahead until the workers council have agreed terms that are deemed fair. Well on Monday DH has started the late shift, and is working until 10pm. Now AIBU that no-one has been told what these terms are, there are no new contracts, and from my point of view there is no benefit for DH at all. The children are cranky and playing up no end just like when Daddy was working away. I have spent so long trying to get them back into a routine and behaving, and now it has been thrown out again.
DH doesn't seem to quite understand that I'm not angry at him, I'm just angry (and shattered) why can't I be angry that everything I have done is coming unraveled and I have no control over why.