Is this what retirement is like? I really hope not. Hubby hasn’t had a job to go to for three weeks. I thought it would be wonderful to have my husband around all the time, and maybe it will be, once we get a few things worked out.
I’m trying to work on my blog, and Hubby calls from the other room. “April, you’ve got to see this,” campaign updates, news tidbits, organizational tips. “April, you’re interested in this,” new hairstyles, fashion and makeup tips. Really? Does he know me? Has he seen what I wear. I look more like a What Not to Wear before rather than after. What I am wearing is perfect for working around the house and garden, or sitting and writing.
I finally tell him, “Writing requires uninterrupted time, focus, concentration.” Apologies are extended. I have a sign for the door that says, April’s Special Alone Time, Do Not Disturb. A lot of good that does me.
As boring and simple as my routine was, it gave me plenty of time to think, contemplate, research, and review whatever captured my interest. It was great for producing posts. It was great for reading the posts of others, not to mention the comment sections. Plus, I still had time to take care of my wifely duties. You know, housekeeping, letting the dogs in and out, and making sure everyone gets fed. Now I have no idea how that stuff is going to get done. Do I just vacuum around Hubby?
I longed for the day Hubby would retire and take over the cooking. I imagined long walks, intimate conversations. Its been three weeks, and I miss the TV. The TV that kept the house from feeling so empty and quiet. Cooking is negotiable, but I can’t get out of it, apparently. Hubby sits with his book, and the house is quiet! I fear my checking the weather on TV will disturb him. So I sit down to give my blog some attention, and Hubby calls from the other room, “April, I have to read this to you.”
Hubby is a
fungi fun guy. His mind races from one thing to the next bouncing all over the place, from jokes to puns to random ideas. He makes connections I can’t even follow, and it is exhausting.
“I should write something funny. When have I written something funny,” I ask as we were traveling to the shoe repair. It is a radical idea, I know.
“You mean on purpose?” Hubby said. I am as weird as he is, and we have been married since the beginning of time, so I thought this was hilarious.
When I spend too much time on the computer he asks, ” You aren’t getting paid for this, are you?”
“No, but it makes me happy. Notice how I am not depressed!” I tell him. But I have to wonder if I get paid would that make a difference? Maybe I need to go to go play Mahjong with the girls.