(It’s not what you think.)
After four and a half years of living on my own, I have been completely undone by one month of sharing a house with another adult. That Otto is such a JERK, getting me all used to having him around.
That insensitive jerk lulled me into a false sense of security and then just as the temperature spiked, he went and left me. He left me here with the over-100-degrees temps and a couple of cranky kids and suddenly I was all, “I have to take the garbage out!” and “I have to pay attention to my children!” and “Damn there are a lot of dead bugs in this pool!”
Oh, he’s coming back (or so he says), but it’s shaping up to be a very long week, I can tell you that much.
The good news is that I can get to Kroger and back without the GPS unit, now (woo). It’s not as though I have no idea where I am. Also, Otto taught me how to vacuum the pool, so I don’t have to send the kids in to swim amongst the crickets and frogs.
The bad news is that after a day of working and shepherding the kids single-handedly I then find myself sitting in a very quiet house and missing my husband. It didn’t take very long to get used to having him around. And not just to vacuum up the crickets.
It turns out that I don’t sleep very well when he’s not here.
There’s a part of me that enjoys the quiet, the freedom to watch whatever I want on TV, the time to myself. There have been moments in the last month when I have looked at the houseful of people I live with and maybe thought just a wee bit wistfully about the days when I had a solitary weekend every couple of weeks.
But most of me has become terribly spoiled in the last month.
Today the kids spent 4 straight hours in the pool—along with a lovely young lady who just finished a babysitting course (“Okay, what are the pool rules?” she asked me. “Let’s see… no drowning. Got that?”)—and I sat in my office and worked (inbetween peeking outside to make sure all was well) and it made for a nice day because the kids got to do what they wanted and I got to do what I needed to do and it was all fine. Well, it would’ve been better if I could’ve stopped working and gone swimming, I suppose, but other than THAT.
(It turns out, by the way, that the giant ice blocks last less than 10 minutes in the pool. But the kids were happy to paddle around on top of them for as long as they’d support their weight, which was pretty hilarious.)
Due to the nature of the trip he’s on (an itinerary that has him going and doing approximately 18 hours a day), we don’t even get to go back to our late-night marathon phone calls. I get a call every day, but it’s usually mid-afternoon and only for a couple of minutes. Leaving my nights full of solitude.
And that meant there was no one here to share with when I discovered that it’s so hot and humid, when the air conditioning is going full blast condensation forms on the toilet seats when the lids are closed. (Go ahead, ask me how I figured that one out.) Otto is missing out on SO MUCH.