Back to the Grind

Ahhhh, hubby's vacation is over.  I can go back to getting stuff done around here, or at least trying to anyway.  We did get the van fixed and waste a heckuva lot of money that we don't have.  Now it's back to normal.  Well, except for the fact that it is a holiday and now I'm here with all the boys and they are still riled up from the weekend.  I'm not complaining though, it is nice.

I wonder why when hubby is home, everything else is put on hold?  Everything that doesn't pertain to him that is.  It is like the man is clueless how things work.  He expects the housework to get done, yet I'm supposed to be available to tell him what a great job he's doing whenever he needs a pat on the back.  Of course, this requires me leaving my current chore to go to where he is and pretend to care enough to not look sarcastic while smiling and stroking his ego.  Why do I do it you ask.  It's easy.  If I don't, then he wouldn't do much of anything around here because he wouldn't feel appreciated.  Yet, do I ask for his approval with every meal I make, or every time I clean the toilet.  Could you imagine if a woman's world relied upon a man's approval and appreciation for every minuscule task?  Nothing would ever get done.  Entire households would crumble.  But because of my cliched loathing of creepy crawlys and my acute laziness for handyman fix it jobs, I must continue to play the game. 

This time, however, I did not stay up to the wee hours of the morning in order to complete my daily tasks.  Nope.  I just didn't bother making up the work. When asked if I washed whites, I said, "nope I spent the day testing all the outlets with you".  When I was asked when dinner would be done, I would simply respond with " I'll start cooking when I'm done helping you".  Yes, we ordered a lot of take out this week. When I brought up our budget, he said that I should try to cook more.  I laughed at him and told him that when I had more free time to cook, I'd be happy to.  Then I asked him if he still needed me to admire how he organized him collection of hardware in the shed.  He answered with showing me how he made room for a weight bench and spoke for a good hour on his plans to make us healthy.  We had take out...again.

He is back at work.  For now, I'm happy, but he will be out of town for a week and I know his lack of restraint this week will leave me strapped while he's gone.  Ugh, the things a woman must do.  Okay, I'll admit it.  I miss him already.  It was nice to get snuggles all the time.  It was really nice to be able to take long showers and go potty in peace for as long as I liked.  Oh, a five minute break is quite the aphrodisiac.