One: One of the best/worst/most curious aspects of my husband’s residency is that he gets FOUR WHOLE WEEKS of vacation. I do not get nearly so much. The weird/bad part? The vacation must occur in two-week blocks.
The first block has been taking place the past nearly two weeks. I LOVE IT. It’s so nice to have my husband around 24/7. Working in our apartment office together these past few days, I feel as though we’ve been transported magically back to our blissful days at East Coast College, where we’d study together in our little dorm rooms. Upgrade from those days: Two whole bathrooms we don’t have to share with anyone but each other. Downgrade: Having to work straight through from 8:00 to 6:00.
I can’t believe he heads back to work on Monday. Yes, I enjoy time to myself. But sometimes I relish being in one of those disgustingly codependent relationships where we spend every minute together. I’m trying to soak it in in preparation for the inevitable call days that start up again next week.
Two: Aforementioned adorable, sensitive, brilliant husband got a Playstation for his birthday. I am NOT A FAN. He has been diligently studying cardiology during his vacation… but now he rewards himself for a few hours “at the books” by playing video hockey. SIGH. I don’t know why I dislike it so so much. It hasn’t really affected me. He still unloaded the dishwasher and made most of dinner yesterday when I was working late. He still has time to watch Mad Men with me. He still schlepped himself to Macy’s to buy a new immersion blender. (We’re making two new soups this week!) But it bugs me nonetheless. However, I’m trying to bite my tongue.
Three: Betty Draper is a horrible mother wife boss human being. Come to think of it, Don Draper is a huge ass, too. Why do I like this show again?
Four: Being sick saps the life right out of you. Along with it, the desire to work, cook, unload dishes, write blog entries, and pick out a Playstation with your husband. On the plus side, hacking up a lung every ten minutes makes for a good ab workout.
Five: I unequivocally HATE text messaging. Case in Point #1: Last week, I attended a lovely dinner. The guest of honor spent a portion of the dinner hour – at the table with the rest of us – texting. Case in Point #2: I was chatting on the phone with a friend I haven’t talked to in a LONG time. She interrupted our conversation TWICE to read a text message from her boyfriend. And then proceeded to read the messages aloud to me. So we could analyze them ad infinitum. Do not drag me into your sick world of passive aggressive text arguing, dearie.
This form of communication is – as far as I can tell – good for only three things: 1. Short messages in crowded, noisy places. 2. Sending directions or super short (like “yes” or “no” or “8:00 tomorrow at Pizza Hut”) notes. 3. IGNORING SLASH ANNOYING THE PEOPLE YOU ARE ACTUALLY WITH.
What’s stuck in your craw these days? Do tell.