Last year (so translated when we lived in Nelspruit) when Gary worked a normal day and bustled off in the traffic every morning and I worked my usual working day from home, I enjoyed it – it was the way life was – and it was good! When we relocated to KZN I cannot fib, I battled with this sudden 24/7ness of having Gary around. It frankly cramped my style! I recall the one day grabbing my keys and hop, skipping and jumping towards my car when I heard “where you off too? Wait a minute and I will join you” ….well, well dear reader didn’t the heckles on the back of my neck rise! Then I kind of grew into our new routine and actually enjoyed it (I know right!) I loved the togetherness of him being around, whilst I type this I am wondering, was it more the fact that I had someone who was helping with the household duties, washing the dishes, definitely never sweeping, but hey washing the dishes is a goodie for me 😊 and let’s be honest the company. In the back of our minds was the constant financial concern – but somehow each month we limped through, and we made it. Last week we were delighted when he secured a 3-month contract. Monday morning arrived, oh my blady giddy aunt – I was never aware of the ungodly hour he would set his alarm for – bottom line – he leaves in the dead of night (huge exaggeration!!!) and returns home in the dead of night. (well, to me dear reader!) and I have been hating it – the first two days I am embarrassed to admit – I was a bit like a deranged woman when he arrived home. I was Mrs Grumpasarus of note! And didn’t I make it known, why I hear you ask? Good blady question dear reader – one I cannot answer as just the other day dear Dizabeth was doing cartwheels that we (he) had secured a position to pay the blady bills. Anyhow, I have chatted to dearest Dizabeth, the diagnosis that the angels on both my shoulders reckon, it’s still a case of settling into our new home town and now another new blady daily routine. Hey, it was all good when it was dearest Dizabeth galivanting to Mauritius and conference and he had to contend with his own company almost 24/7 but heck its totally different when Diz has to contend with her own company! I say that like it’s a bad thing it isn’t, her and I get on very well (most days!)
Anyhow, this whole shanigan got me thinking back to days gone by. When we were young – my word was it just me, when Gary would dare go away on a fishing trip, now this was long after the kids were born, when we would have the worldly worries of parenting, sleepless nights, chickenpox, and measles so we both yearned for a weekend away – something that was never really afforded us young moms. I remember being distracted by the busyness of the boys so I couldn’t collapse with loneliness (or was it envy) whilst he fished with the boys. I do recall, when the boys were a bit older (so could entertain themselves) and Gary went on a work trip for 2 weeks (which involved two blady weekends) now that trip definitely got the miss-o-meter ticking but if I look back now – I am damn sure it was 1000% envy of seeing the world out there whilst I saw the next sports field, dropped and fetched the boys from school, cooked the dinner and and and ….
Ok, so we all know I take a couple of months (weeks in reality) to write each blog, so this is now – hm what is it …. Maybe a month down the line and in all honesty, I am getting – actually not “getting” I am well and truly beyond irritated how he now feels he is doing his part by simply getting up going to the office and returning at night. All those duties of washing dishes, well they have completely, and I mean completely gone out the proverbial window which is peeing me off MAJORALLY.
Who says that because I work from home I must blady cook, clean and and and ………………so this miss-o-meter – well to heck with it – it is replaced by the totally bummed off meter!! He truly doesn’t have many duties – but let’s face it – isn’t it only fair we both have household daily duties? His is doing the cat boxes! Well last week I decided bugger it I refuse – simply Capital R for REEEEEEFUSE to do the cat boxes. I admit I bought the cat sand, placed it by their boxes and waited. Well dear reader I eventually was wearing a gas mask 24/7 – as one thing – don’t, I again repeat DON’T ever, eeeever tell Gary what to do – that’s where you lose the battle – so I didn’t tell him and he well and truly I can only surmise he must have nasal problems and does not suffer the odor that permeates in the blady house! So, yip dear reader – guess who is also doing the cat boxes! Now here I am reaching out; what dear reader would you do if you were me? Friends have suggested I leave the dishes to pile up, leave the cat boxes to explode with blady cat do-do! I cannot! It’s not in my nature, and obviously ‘someone’ – ‘someone’ knows that dearest Diz will eventually give in and do it!
Another thing, all – in fact damn it!!! As I am now pounding on my keyboard – everything. I mean E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G is being left for me to do. We had a blady idiot side swipe our car and knock our mirror off, yip yours truly went to the police station and reported it – I completed the paperwork for the claim. W.T.F!!! Where is the fairness in this situation? This morning – guess – yip guess who was putting chlorine in the pool! Now seriously don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind but shucks this is taking it to the extreme. I would LOVE to jump in my car, head off to the office for the day, no doubt probably spend majority of one’s day on my cellphone looking at online news, and receiving jokes from my friends who are no doubt also sitting at their desks looking at their blady cellular devices – at the end of the day – jump into my car – and let’s remember the “ah woe is me as I battle my way through the traffic and get home a tad later than usual” bleat I get every night he returns! And once we are back home the TV is switched to the news, I pour myself a drink and ask what is for dinner!!! S-E-R-I-O-U-S-L-Y!!! My word, this sounds like I wrote the blady script for “Don’t worry Darling” – anyone you seen that! Yip, well it certainly is sounding like the story of my blady life right now (sigh sigh!)
So as I wrap this blog up – in the beginning I was sharing how much I miss this man each day – now as I think about it – I am thinking, those fishing trips he went on and I was left at home, those days I would traverse the country lifting and fetching the boys from school boy rugby etc – hell man – it’s payback!!!
It’s time for me to arrange a blady girls trip. How uncanny since my last blog was about how wonderful weekends away can be – hm maybe that has got me thinking, and that’s exactly what is needed – a weekend away for me – for him to be home and frikken notice the mess he creates – that the dish washing fairies are not tidying after him and that the blady cats odor does not somehow vapourise – it’s his beloved that also blady works all day that is doing all this !! DAMN IT
And that dear reader is all she wrote this time. Thanks for the therapy session.
Stay well and warm and remember be kind to you.
Mwah mwah