So there you are... going down the road.. and in the midst of laundry, dishes, grocery shopping, 4 legged kid feeding, litter box cleaning, house vacuuming, all day working, your husband loses his job.
Yikes! What the hell do you do? Well, You don't yell at him for one. What good would that do? You don't speak to him for awhile until you are not angry at him anymore.. Then you make Honey do Lists- Like Monday, Make bed, do dishes, let dog out to pee, take a shower, take your pills, make yourself lunch while I am working. Oh and he made dinner all by himself the first night. Tuesday's list - you forgot to write, so you came home and made dinner, ignored the laundry still sitting in the washer, he'll find out that it starts to stink if you leave it too long and then you have to rewash it. Ate dinner and watched the dvr episode of Glee. Went to bed. But then the next week comes...Now the roles are reversed, he sleeps in when you leave for work, he does the laundry, when you come home the bed is made, dishes are done. Things are getting done... but being a woman, and having done ALL those things for your entire life...its hard to adjust that someone else is doing them. The tasks are not done exactly like I would do them, but still he did a pretty good job of it.
So while I feel like the husband with a wife at home, I guess you could say that I am dealing with it better than I would have expected a first. Now a couple of months has gone by and I am past the honeymoon stage at my job, over the first big event we put on. Things slow down to mundane at work too. I am so ready for spring, summer, anything with sunshine and no more rain. I want to dig in the dirt, plant flowers, spray off the moldy deck, vacuum out the truck, clean out the shed.
Oh wait, no I want to be 100 lbs thinner and head to the beach, not work for a week, drink mai tais all day even tho I hate the taste of rum, just because of the hot buff, gay cabana hottie that keeps bringing them to me. Then I want to go to the casino with 10K in my hand and win 10 million and come home, bulldoze my house down and build a new one, never have to work for the rest of my life and start a boot camp farm for troubled kids who are having disciplinary problems at home.
Ha! Aptly named: Musings!
Night friends!
