I often think about how busy my life is. But then I realize that I might as well live in a prison, because that’s just about as busy as I am. I work a little, I eat a little, I read a little. Mostly I sit around doing nothing. When I’m deciding whether I want to shower in the morning or evening, it’s a predicament not because I’m so busy, but because I’m NOT busy at all, and can really take one whenever I want. But I feel like my life is busy. And I realize that when we’re blessed with kids, we’ll feel like we have to invent a new word for busy.
So yes, I’ve been busy. I work 40 hours a week exactly, no more than that; except yesterday afternoon that I took off to do laundry. Yes, I’ve been known to use vacation time to do laundry. I told you I was busy. My husband almost always cooks dinner, and he does the grocery shopping. Our goal is to spend Sunday mornings cleaning the apartment, which we do together if it gets done at all. We never make our bed, he does his own laundry, and he takes out the recycling and the garbage and empties the cat litter pan. He also works 10-12 hour days, 5 days a week. He goes to bed at 10pm and wakes at 4am, whereas I go to bed at 10 or 11 and wake at a leisurely 7:30.
In writing all this, I’m realizing that maybe he’s the busy one, and I’m the lazy one. I spend my free time watching tv, reading, and playing computer games (I’m kind of a dork). He spends his free time watching tv, surfing around online, and playing video games. We have what just might be the most boring life ever. And we love it.
So when we have weekends like the past two, which all told included 3 high school graduations, 2 graduation parties, a Father’s Day breakfast, a doctor’s appointment, and a dinner party for my in-laws in our apartment, we feel a little hectic.
In other news, I did get blood work done last Monday, and am now cautiously awaiting the results. I have no idea what to expect. I’ve placed bets in Vegas on PCOS, hypothyroid, prolactinemia (sp?), and “unexplained” as all being options. I figure I have my bases covered, and if it’s something else entirely, such as premature ovarian failure, I’m screwed anyways so what do I need the extra money for? I’ll update when I get the news, which had damned well better be before the end of the week.
