I am not sure how much of Mr. P's work stuff I have shared here...but a quick recap. Last July Mr. P got laid off from his architecture firm. Within a few weeks he started working for a construction company as their construction coordinator. Well, the firm wasn't doing too well, and Mr. P ended up working as a superintendent at a job site about 40 miles away. He was working crazy hours and I was coming up on my summer of no teaching and the thought of spending ALL my time alone, coupled with Mr. P's general unhappiness we agreed that Mr. P would quit his job.
This decision FREAKED me out way more than I thought when the money stopped coming in, some because I like to have a nice cushion and some because Mr. P wasn't putting the breaks on spending, and some because when two adults have ONLY free time, especially we two adults, we liked going to movies, out to eat, to the beach, out for drinks, etc. which all cost the dollars.
So about three weeks in, I had him apply for a job I found on CRAIG's list, which he promptly got. He now makes just a tad less than he was making at the construction company, but he works, well, no offense to Mr. P, but very little. Well, he works very little outside of our house. He goes to a few meetings a week, and occasionally he does an all-nighter when he gets close to a deadline.
It is a fantastic arrangement. I get to spend all my free time with my husband...he is here every morning while I get ready for work, when I get home from the gym, when I get home from work and I love hanging out with my husband more than anything.....
...BUT, I need time. to. myself. To eat mac and cheese and watch Grey's Anatomy (both of which he hates), to rock out to Glee Pandora and grade projects in my pajamas, to fiddle around the house without listening to hair metal or the History Channel.
We have standing Friday night plans with a large group of friends, which I have skipped the last two Fridays, but forced Mr. P to attend so that I can eat mac & cheese (spinach and fish sticks) and catch up on Grey's, grade projects in my pj's while rocking out to Glee Pandora, and fiddle around the house in the quiet bliss of alone.
And now I got to blog without explaining that I was blogging and I got to pause the television while I went to fix myself a Diet Coke float that I am eating out of a fancy wine glass. Man, I have it good.
Friday, October 14, 2011
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7 comments:
ha. i love it!!!
i grew up as an only child and for a while in my teens both of my parents worked a lot so i was alone A LOT. and i loved it. although i love love love spending time with my husband, i also love love love it when he works late and i have a few hours to do those silly embarrassing things people do when they're alone. i NEED alone time.
enjoy your coke float.
it good and informative message for child. thanks
Paul used to go out once a week to play Go with a bunch of other people, and I used to CHERISH those evenings, for pretty much the EXACT uses you mention: eating fish sticks, watching TV he might feel make faces at, sitting without any conversation interrupting my book as I eat from a large bag of mini Kit-Kats. But then he quit.
My husband travels a lot - and that works out quite well for my quiet time...I don't know how you've managed!
Yep, I agree about loving hanging out with my husband more than anything, but also wanting the place to myself occasionally to eat spaghetti with turkey meatballs and watch those Twilight movies, just like you said. So it can be a little disappointing when the alone time does not happen.
Wait a minute... how the hell can someone not like mac & cheese?!?!
Ha! I kind of love that you make Mr P responsible for an activity meant for the two of you just so you can have some time to yourself. Way to balance out life!
HAHA YESSSSS. i love it when the bf has other plans and i can eat nachos for dinner, and watch 6 episodes of criminal minds in a row without any snide comments!
(to be clear, i often watch 6 episodes of CM when he's there, too. but there are snide comments aplenty.)
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