Over Drive
Terrible Confession Time:
I do not like having time off with my spouse.
I'll wait for y'all to exhale before I continue.
I like vacations. I like trips. I like random hours at the Farmer's Market, bookstores, Asian Food Shopping... You get the picture.
I. Do. NOT. LIKE. EXTENDED. TIME. With. Him.
Why? Well, lessee here. A glimpse at my weekend, beginning with Friday night:
Drove into yard at 6.15 pm. Raced to bathroom (I have a 3 water bottle habit and an hour commute). Changed shirt (not related to bathroom trip). Jumped back into the Magic Mom van for a 20 minute drive to the church to drop off supplies. Dinner at Random Restaurant. ONE AND A HALF HOUR SHOPPING TRIP FOR SALE ITEMS AT HARRIS TEETER. Twenty minute drive home. Now ten pm. Throw Nooze in bed.
Saturday: Up at butt crack of Dawn because Dogs are crying to go out. Am the only one dumb enough to blink at five thirty am; throw dogs outside. Drink three cups of coffee and make breakfast.
Rest of family up by ten am. Run random errands while waiting for local church event (with kid stuff) to open. Go to event too early. Leave. Drive TEN MINUTES to Tarnation and spend ANOTHER ONE AND A HALF HOURS at W*lM*rt to pick up items NOT purchased on sale the night before.
Return to EOTGW, put away groceries. Return to EVENT, stay 4.5 hours. Get sunburned (not supposed to be in sun because of medication; 50 SPF protection scoffed by sun.) Tell spouse at 6.45 "Remember, we have a kid here. It is HOT out, and we have to get up early tomorrow". Get eye rolls from spouse AND child. Am now deemed Mood Killer.
Home. Put kid in bed (after shower and sulking).
Sunday: Up at 5.30 am for new additional event at church. Immediately announce to Spouse "Yeah. I can't do this every week". Receive another sigh and Eye roll. Am re-christened Mood Killer. Drink six cups of coffee. Spend 7 am to 12.45 pm at church.
Go to friend's house for bi-weekly post service Home Team/lunch. EAT a slice of chocolate cake that could create world peace. At 3 pm, overhear that my living room floor is being replaced on Tuesday.
Remember that 1) We promised guy that we would remove CURRENT flooring and 2) Chachi is having The Guys over for Monday Night Football.
Casually ask when we are removing current flooring.
Am advised that we will do this when we return home from Home Team.
While getting a kid ready for school, making lunches for everyone and attempting to do laundry in order to have CLOTHES to wear to work.
So yeah. THAT would be why I like that he works most Saturdays.
I need some sleep.
I do not like having time off with my spouse.
I'll wait for y'all to exhale before I continue.
I like vacations. I like trips. I like random hours at the Farmer's Market, bookstores, Asian Food Shopping... You get the picture.
I. Do. NOT. LIKE. EXTENDED. TIME. With. Him.
Why? Well, lessee here. A glimpse at my weekend, beginning with Friday night:
Drove into yard at 6.15 pm. Raced to bathroom (I have a 3 water bottle habit and an hour commute). Changed shirt (not related to bathroom trip). Jumped back into the Magic Mom van for a 20 minute drive to the church to drop off supplies. Dinner at Random Restaurant. ONE AND A HALF HOUR SHOPPING TRIP FOR SALE ITEMS AT HARRIS TEETER. Twenty minute drive home. Now ten pm. Throw Nooze in bed.
Saturday: Up at butt crack of Dawn because Dogs are crying to go out. Am the only one dumb enough to blink at five thirty am; throw dogs outside. Drink three cups of coffee and make breakfast.
Rest of family up by ten am. Run random errands while waiting for local church event (with kid stuff) to open. Go to event too early. Leave. Drive TEN MINUTES to Tarnation and spend ANOTHER ONE AND A HALF HOURS at W*lM*rt to pick up items NOT purchased on sale the night before.
Return to EOTGW, put away groceries. Return to EVENT, stay 4.5 hours. Get sunburned (not supposed to be in sun because of medication; 50 SPF protection scoffed by sun.) Tell spouse at 6.45 "Remember, we have a kid here. It is HOT out, and we have to get up early tomorrow". Get eye rolls from spouse AND child. Am now deemed Mood Killer.
Home. Put kid in bed (after shower and sulking).
Sunday: Up at 5.30 am for new additional event at church. Immediately announce to Spouse "Yeah. I can't do this every week". Receive another sigh and Eye roll. Am re-christened Mood Killer. Drink six cups of coffee. Spend 7 am to 12.45 pm at church.
Go to friend's house for bi-weekly post service Home Team/lunch. EAT a slice of chocolate cake that could create world peace. At 3 pm, overhear that my living room floor is being replaced on Tuesday.
Remember that 1) We promised guy that we would remove CURRENT flooring and 2) Chachi is having The Guys over for Monday Night Football.
Casually ask when we are removing current flooring.
Am advised that we will do this when we return home from Home Team.
While getting a kid ready for school, making lunches for everyone and attempting to do laundry in order to have CLOTHES to wear to work.
So yeah. THAT would be why I like that he works most Saturdays.
I need some sleep.
Labels: Family
posted by rennratt at 8:34 PM
7 Comments:
I hear you. For years, I was off on Tues., Wed., Sat. It was nice that I could sleep in on T & W when everyone was gone. Now I'm off on Wed. & the weekend. What do I now have to do on the weekend? Get up early with Sweety so we don't "waste the day". Isn't that what days off are for? *insert whine here*
ITA, girl...ITA.
My hubby has "random" days off - you know...he works a weekend day, so he gets a day off sometime in the future. And I never seem to know when they happen...he just doesn't LEAVE for work one morning and announces, "oh, I have a COMP (compensation)day today". Or better yet...he stays home because he has a lunch meeting - like he couldn't get some work done for several hours...no, he has to stay underfoot all freakin' morning.
He throws everything off. And believe me, when he's on "leave" its' worse. I just can't complain on my blog because his mom and sister (and a few other outlaw relatives) read it and they'd tell him. ugh.
Good lord....what a schedule! I don't know how you do it, Renn.
All tha activity really cuts into your internet time - I know!
Since the advent of Mr Wonderful's arrival in NC, the weekends have gone from 'oh, I'll get up and do something at around noon" to "let's paint the house nad plant a tree and refinish the floors and go someplace to do somethign that will be fun I promise!"
Not that that's a bad, thing, necessarily, but it does something to the whole inner peace being achieved through contemplation and lack of movement idea. :)
I remember those "good ole days!" Now I don't have anyone to share those lovely moments with - oh, as I remember he wasn't much help then either. Oh well, I enjoy my "me" time when I get it! Keep up the good work.
Sometimes husbands are more useful from afar. I know this myself. And could write an entire blog about it, but he reads my stuff. LOL
Good Lord! And was thinking it would be handy to have a guy around!!!!!
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