Don't be afraid. I won't be chronicling my life day-by-day from this time forward. I am quite sure I will settle into a boring existence that will be of little interest to anyone but myself. But for now, I need to take a moment to examine my feelings (haha, I don't believe that will take very long), my plans and hopes for this new way of living day-to-day.
Yesterday was a day of decompression. I spent the day recovering from being unceremoniously dismissed and treated as dangerous person (story still to come). Tequila was involved. My husband assured me that, even though my dismissal was done with a heavy hand, these people did me a favor. I was done with them and the thought of being lured back with money was repulsive, even to me. So, that was yesterday.
Today I awoke, without the assistance of an alarm clock, at 8:30 a.m. LOVE IT! I hadn't slept well the past two nights, so I was very tired. At about 10:30 last night a GIANT thunderstorm blew through. There was lightening and thunder and rain... you know, a thunderstorm. This did not help me fall asleep. However, the little oblong ambien pill did just fine. Twenty minutes later I was dead to the world. Sadly, I snored during the early portion of my slumber thus keeping the husband awake. (I'm sorry) So, this was his excuse for sleeping until 10:00 a.m. Since I don't really know what he typically does all day (being I was typically at work and I just have to take his word for it) I'll take responsibility for the late awakening and subsequent late start to his day. (yeah, sure... fool me once)
I was pretty happy with myself. I got up and took a shower and brushed my teeth (it doesn't seem necessary to spell all of this out, but yesterday wasn't a great day for me and today is starting off much better). I got dressed and started reading blogs and updated my fb status. Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good. I typically play with my laptop while I sit on my bed. Since my husband was still sleeping and he has taken over the bedroom we have set up as an "office" room, I decided to move my laptop to the kitchen table. After all, if I'm going to blog, sell on Craig's list and eBay and fb, I'm going to need a place to work.
I completely get that this house has been his domain for the last year and a half. I am the intruder. So far, he's allowed me to move about the house fairly freely. I have been warned that I am not allowed to laugh too loudly. He does not want to be alerted that I think something is funny that he doesn't know about and then has to run down from his office area to see what is so funny. I will do my best to comply with this request. (he cracks me up. no worries, I covered my mouth so my chuckle sound waves would not escape)
This morning, after carrying my laptop down to the kitchen table and setting up my little work space, I went to the coffee machine and pressed the button to initiate the warm-up process. I returned to my laptop to await the warming of the coffee machine. No worries. I know how to make coffee. While I was typing away on this blog post my husband came down from the bedroom. He was dressed and ready to begin his day. He let the dog out. Evidently his morning routine is to come down from the bedroom, let the dog out, warm up the coffee machine, put food in the dog's bowl, let the dog back in, make coffee. I didn't know anything about this routine.
Everything was going well with his morning routine until he pressed the button to warm the coffee machine. This button is the same button that needs to be pressed... again... to begin the coffee making process. The machine sprung to life. My husband jumped back and said something I won't type here. Fortunately, no coffee had been inserted, so there was no waste or water spraying on him. He disagrees, but I claim that he raised his voice to me and recommended that I not screw with his routine. We are going to be together 24 hours a day and we aren't on vacation. I'm pretty sure I'm going to screw with his routine.
After a bit of discussion we decided the routine was going to have to be screwed with. Yes, there will definitely have to be some screwing inserted into the routine. Literally. (after all, it's good for his health. :))
451. A good night's sleep
452. Acceptance of my situation
453. A delicious latte in the morning
454. The kernel of a plan for my new way of life forming in my mind
455. Time spent in prayer before I started my day (I would like to make this a daily habit)
456. Grateful that I sleep in a house and not outside during stormy weather
457. The ability to disagree without be disagreeable
458. My husband's wisdom of all things employment related
459. Old co-worker checking up on me
460. Sister-in-law reading my blog and assuring me that it wasn't just me that gets treated poorly
Yesterday was a day of decompression. I spent the day recovering from being unceremoniously dismissed and treated as dangerous person (story still to come). Tequila was involved. My husband assured me that, even though my dismissal was done with a heavy hand, these people did me a favor. I was done with them and the thought of being lured back with money was repulsive, even to me. So, that was yesterday.
Today I awoke, without the assistance of an alarm clock, at 8:30 a.m. LOVE IT! I hadn't slept well the past two nights, so I was very tired. At about 10:30 last night a GIANT thunderstorm blew through. There was lightening and thunder and rain... you know, a thunderstorm. This did not help me fall asleep. However, the little oblong ambien pill did just fine. Twenty minutes later I was dead to the world. Sadly, I snored during the early portion of my slumber thus keeping the husband awake. (I'm sorry) So, this was his excuse for sleeping until 10:00 a.m. Since I don't really know what he typically does all day (being I was typically at work and I just have to take his word for it) I'll take responsibility for the late awakening and subsequent late start to his day. (yeah, sure... fool me once)
I was pretty happy with myself. I got up and took a shower and brushed my teeth (it doesn't seem necessary to spell all of this out, but yesterday wasn't a great day for me and today is starting off much better). I got dressed and started reading blogs and updated my fb status. Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good. I typically play with my laptop while I sit on my bed. Since my husband was still sleeping and he has taken over the bedroom we have set up as an "office" room, I decided to move my laptop to the kitchen table. After all, if I'm going to blog, sell on Craig's list and eBay and fb, I'm going to need a place to work.
I completely get that this house has been his domain for the last year and a half. I am the intruder. So far, he's allowed me to move about the house fairly freely. I have been warned that I am not allowed to laugh too loudly. He does not want to be alerted that I think something is funny that he doesn't know about and then has to run down from his office area to see what is so funny. I will do my best to comply with this request. (he cracks me up. no worries, I covered my mouth so my chuckle sound waves would not escape)
This morning, after carrying my laptop down to the kitchen table and setting up my little work space, I went to the coffee machine and pressed the button to initiate the warm-up process. I returned to my laptop to await the warming of the coffee machine. No worries. I know how to make coffee. While I was typing away on this blog post my husband came down from the bedroom. He was dressed and ready to begin his day. He let the dog out. Evidently his morning routine is to come down from the bedroom, let the dog out, warm up the coffee machine, put food in the dog's bowl, let the dog back in, make coffee. I didn't know anything about this routine.
Everything was going well with his morning routine until he pressed the button to warm the coffee machine. This button is the same button that needs to be pressed... again... to begin the coffee making process. The machine sprung to life. My husband jumped back and said something I won't type here. Fortunately, no coffee had been inserted, so there was no waste or water spraying on him. He disagrees, but I claim that he raised his voice to me and recommended that I not screw with his routine. We are going to be together 24 hours a day and we aren't on vacation. I'm pretty sure I'm going to screw with his routine.
After a bit of discussion we decided the routine was going to have to be screwed with. Yes, there will definitely have to be some screwing inserted into the routine. Literally. (after all, it's good for his health. :))
452. Acceptance of my situation
453. A delicious latte in the morning
454. The kernel of a plan for my new way of life forming in my mind
455. Time spent in prayer before I started my day (I would like to make this a daily habit)
456. Grateful that I sleep in a house and not outside during stormy weather
457. The ability to disagree without be disagreeable
458. My husband's wisdom of all things employment related
459. Old co-worker checking up on me
460. Sister-in-law reading my blog and assuring me that it wasn't just me that gets treated poorly
You're going to love your new life. After all, you were happy with your old life, and it doesn't seem like you were appreciated nearly enough. Pencil in a road trip!
ReplyDeleteha its going to take a bit to find your new routines together...woohoo on sleeping in...i will def look forward to that...who am i kidding....i cant sleep late....smiles....
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