Letting The Relaxing Commence
I’m sitting on the precipice of an amazing and rare event. I’m about to have basically an entire week off of work, and I didn’t have to take PTO to do it. My legs feel lighter, and the bottomless fatigue I’ve been carrying for a few days now is dissipating.
I feel damn good y’all. There been a lot going on at work and home, and I just can’t wait to step back from it all and breathe. For work, that’s means only focusing on it if they call my cell or contact my personal email. Both have happened before, and with all that’s been going on lately, it’s likely they will in this next week, but I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.
At home, I’m looking forward to finally having time to tackle my most recent great idea for making our apartment a little better. I’m hoping and wishing I can make some real progress so that I don’t finish unpacking the day before our lease is up. That would suck.
When it comes to our apartment, I feel like I’ve landed myself on a list. It’s a list no new wife wants to be on, at least not one who prides herself on taking good care of her husband.
There is some Council of Good Wives out there somewhere, and those bitches are judging me. They cook dinner each night and the floor is always swept. And they always have a stupid ass sunny disposition.
It’s too early in my marriage to concede defeat on this yet. I may never earn my way into the Council, but I can at least get off their list. I just feel like if I can make a real dent and get on top of, or even ahead of, the problem.
So I will try to get my house together.
And I will also try to get some “do nothing” time this weekend.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll improve enough to be considered for membership in the Council of Good Wives.