"Write it, so you remember and can look back if you forget."
Eric is home one tenth of the time he used to be, now that he's basically doing the job of two.
I'm bouncing all over the place,
brain on overload;
work (full time),
school (what was I thinking),
kids (I thought they went to college to be "independent"),
homework (procrastination city),
girls weekend (so much better than housework),
blog (so much better than homework).
Eric called to tell me that it could be four extra days before he gets back.
I pouted, I whined, I complained, I gritted my teeth and pretended to be supportive.
We both discovered I'm not good at pretending to be supportive.
"Life is getting in the way right now," Eric stated as a simple matter-of-fact. "You just started a new semester and until you get in the routine of it all, you're going to get yourself all wound up and I won't be home enough to give you timely resets."
We've always been partners. Eric has been the most supportive person I've ever had in my life and I value and cherish that aspect of our relationship immensely. At the same time, I make decisions all day, everyday, and I get burned out on it and just want my man to step in and take some of the burden off of me.
For three weeks, we are going to try something new. Eric's schedule is so sporadic right now, it can change on a dime. Every day that he is home over the next twenty-one days, he will be performing "maintenance", which could be anywhere from a ton to none.
"I'm going to be the full 100% HOH though," he warned. "You'll have to follow directions and there will be consequences if and when you don't. Am I clear, young lady?"
Of course I said yes. I mean, that's what we've been doing, pretty much. Right? Uh. Right?
On the way to class, I left Eric a message of about thirty things I wanted him to do. After class, I found a couple of phone messages from him. They started like this...
"Hi Honey. I got your list. Ran out of ink I was trying to write so fast. You want this, you need that... it went on for an entire message. You know I would do absolutely anything for you Sweetheart so tonight we are going to clear your mind a bit and see how well you follow directions. As soon as you get home, wear the large plug for 30 minutes. I mean it. The full thirty. You can do whatever you need to do during that time, but you keep it in for a half hour straight. I also want you to blog tonight and the whole time you are writing, I want clothes pins attached to your labia. I'll call you in the morning and we can discuss your first night. Remember, I'm doing this out of love and to help you clear your mind."
My mind is not clear. It's just focused on the plug and two incredibly painful clothes pins pinching the heck out of me. I've got the urge to fight all of this but I promised to give it a shot. The half hour is almost up, I am developing an aversion to laundry and I've written this post.
Not to sound like a brat, but are you happy Eric? Ugh. Wouldn't it be easier if you just quit your job and spent some time at home with me?! Grrrr. I told you, I'm all in but I really don't see how this is going to be even remotely close to having you here.