Finally, he’s out of the house. My adorable husband. Nice company, but he is in my way, man — and so are his shoes, empty Diet Coke cans, 300-pound Franklin Planner and little post-it notes that are everywhere.
The first week of unemployment was honeymoonish. We went for walks, went to Chipotle for chips and guac, drank wine at dinner and caught up. It was great.
Since losing his job, my husband feels better. He looks rested. He’s making up time with the girls. He’s exercising every day. His back problems have hugely improved.
But last week he had to return his company laptop. Which means we now have one computer. One. And since job search trumps narcissistic ramblings, I lose. I do manage to sneak in 10 minutes here and there when he goes to the bathroom, but otherwise I am off-line. All day.
Also, since he’s home, I need to look busy. I’ve been cleaning and cooking and grocery shopping – oh, and running fake errands. In fact, I have a whole trunk full of stuff to return today. It’s the stuff I bought looking busy yesterday.
The other day he was downstairs (on the laptop) and I was upstairs, making the bed. I climbed in it, like the old days. I grabbed my book and one of the kitties jumped up to join me. Cold sheets, purring cat, great book: ahhh, bliss. As soon as I settled in, I heard his heavy footsteps clomping up the stairs. I threw my book under the bed, pushed the cat off and got back to looking busy.
Today he is out at an appointment so I have limited time to catch up on blogs, shop online for winter boots, call my friends, finish my book, watch reruns of Curb Your Enthusiasm and eat cold pizza in my pj’s.
So if I haven’t been commenting on your blogs lately, please know it’s not you, it’s me.
Actually it’s him.
I gotta run. I only have limited time, people, and I have an appointment of my own.