Critical preface: I love my husband. I truly deeply love my husband. He is kind, thoughtful, funny, responsible, and smart and as seen in my last post, he takes very good care of me. Lest this get too goopy he can also be a pain in my ass, as in if I’m trying to share an opinion about a British television show and I say $350 dollars he will immediately point out that it’s pounds and that the cost would actually be much higher in dollars. Uhmm, I graduated from college and I know the conversion rate but it’s not germane to my story so why are you interrupting me? Is inaccuracy painful to you?
Anyway, this gem of humanity is going out of town for 5 days. I’m sorry, maybe I wasn’t clear:
HE’S GOING OUT OF TOWN FOR 5 DAYS
Did I mention that I’m unemployed and therefore home 95% of the time? Oh, and he works from home? Do the math and you’ll get my drift.
I call it solitude. Others, like my father, call it sullen, as in "Quit sulking on that rock young lady and go play with your brothers."
This calls for some serious joy and misbehaving. By misbehaving I mean:
watch TV until all hours and eat at the same time
restrict my food intake to 3 food groups- salt, sugar, wine (yes, it is)
my first encounter with my dear friend, chocolate
take up the whole bed
catch up on messy skincare regimens (they have no idea how much work it takes!)
And let's not forget: burp, mis-use his knives, wait until the dishwasher is full to run it.
Oh the mischief! Oh the mayhem!
The slothfest officially begins the minute I get back from the airport.
I love it, I'm a bit like you in the love of an occasional bit of time alone.
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I know you love solitude, but I totally want to invite myself over and participate in the mischief and mayhem...or maybe just the wine ;)
ReplyDeleteEveryone needs time apart. If you're together all the time, what the heck do you have to talk about? Enjoy your solitude, openly engage in bodily functions and ignore household chores--basically live like me for a few days.
Love the old pictures, by the way. Recapture that innocence and indulge, my friend. Indulge.
I mean, sure, you'll miss him, but it sounds like HEAVEN when he's away. At the end of the four days you'll be so happy to have him back because I doubt your planned level of slothfulness is actually sustainable beyond a four day period!!!
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I'm jealous! :) I'd love that much alone, sloth time. Although I might miss my family by the end of it, it would still be an experiment I'd be willing to try :p. Have a wonderful 5 days :)
ReplyDeleteFAB! Eating junk Food. Watching Chick Flicks. Putting mudd on your face. Have Fun :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments everyone! So far so good- I've been cleaning, working in the garden, and baking but have still had time to watch bad TV!
ReplyDeleteDon't forget to take a nice long bath while reading a sleezy book!
ReplyDeleteI LOVE alone time. I'm trying to talk my husband into playing tennis again just so I can have a few GLORIOUS hours of sloth each week.
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Your husband sounds a little like mine, the nickname for his Myers-Briggs type is "the Architect." It is characterized in part by the overpopwering urge to correct people when they misspeak. Charming, eh? Enjoy dulling his knives!
ReplyDeleteArchitect, huh, Tracy? Seems more like the Professor to me! I hate being lectured especially when it's not relevant! Men!
ReplyDeleteVery envious, but I'd need my husband to take our 4 yo with him, so clearly I need to go away for a week! They'd have a great time catching up.
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