My dear husband is out of town for the week, froliciking in the mountains (without me!). I wasn’t going to say that but there it is, out in the open. The reason I was going to refrain from mentioning his absence is because I am an obey-er. Let me explain. I have heard that you’re not supposed to mention when you, a spouse, or if you’re a kid, a parent, is out of town. You know, for safety reasons– so that you won’t get robbed or beat up while said person is out of town. Having heard that, I am inclined to obey it. It’s in my nature. I hear a rule like that and I just can’t stop thinking about it until I obey it. But today, I guess I’m really “living on the edge” because I am breaking the rule. (you’re thinking it’s pathetic that that’s how I define “living on the edge” but I told you I’m an obeyer and I’m breaking a rule, that’s about as edgy as I can get.)
Ahem, let me get on with the point here. The reason I bring up dear husband’s absence is because I feel like everything I am doing this week is based on his absence. I am busy making laundry room shelves. How does that have to do with his absence? Well, because on Saturday I asked him to buy the supplies for the project since he was already out and about. He had a terrible time finding the lumber, etc, that he needed, got into a really bad mood, and I had to tell him to just let it go. So now I feel inclined to have the shelves all built and complete before he gets home. I’ll have what I want and he won’t have to worry about it again.
The other thing that is affected by his absence is that I am not cooking this week. Last night the girls choose dinner, so we had pancakes. They’ll be choosing again tonight so I am thinking it’ll be waffles or quesadillas. Not that I’ll be eating that. Last night I had a tuna fish sandwich after the girls were done, because my husband hates the smell of canned tuna fish. And later I ate Wheat Thins in my bed while I read a book. Ha! to all of you who hate crumbs in the bed.
Speaking of the bed, I also slept in the middle of the mattress, diagonally, across the whole thing. My dear husband is not a big man, but nevertheless, he is a bed hog, so I am usually stuck, clinging to one edge of the mattress. But not this week!!
All of this is not to say that I don’t miss dear husband and want him back soon. I am just saying that even though a person loves their spouse, there is a certain feeling of relaxation, of “letting it all hang out,” when the spouse is out of town for a bit.
So this week I am hanging out in my garage with the power tools, not in the kitchen, and eating in my bed. Wahoo! What a week!
I’ll put some pictures of the shelves up when I finish them. : )
