Anonymous wrote:My dad was gone Mon-Fri for 9 months when I was 6. Every Friday night he'd get home after I went to bed and he'd come in and leave something at the foot of my bed. It was little things like a beach ball when he was in Florida, a San Francisco keychain, a Hard Rock Cafe Las Vegas teddy bear. Then on the weekend he'd take me to breakfast. I was the youngest of 4, but I seemed to have the greatest separation issues and needed that extra time with him. When I got older he would take me on a weekend trip twice a year wherever I wanted to go. Work schedules can suck, but you can work around them.
My husband did the same thing. No matter where he went, a t shirt and trinket came home with him.
OP, I would tell your husband. Your son is bothered by this and his Daddy needs to know.