to be home last night that I didn’t even care that all the left over socks were still on the terrace table or that the mailbox was stuffed with sale leaflets. Or, for that matter that the fridge didn’t get emptied or the garbage taken out.
Why am I not up in arms? Because the dear man got started on the family room downstairs AND schlept my goodies back from the US. The first season of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, the yarn I had ordered from Harrisville so that I can finish the Rainbow Jacket that has been languishing over a year and my Signature Knitting Needles in sizes 3,4,5,6 of the new stem and swapable cable construction.
So my day was occupied with the simple tasks of being home:
- Clean out the fridge
- take out the garbage
- do laundry
- sort out the mail
- double check all the on-line bills
- send email to a lot of people
- back up all the photos from my hard drive
Oh – yes – and try out the new knitting needles!
Sounds like a typical return day’s chores…not fun, but somehow satisfying?
yes, it is always the same. In my world, love would be coming back to a clean fridge. In his world, leaving me stuff to do is part of saying that the house doesn’t function completely without me.
Either that or he just runs out of time!