March 22, 2007
Angus is off to Stockholm today to go to his kids' Parent-Teacher conferences. As I'm not a parent, I hate his ex-wife with the burning fire of white hot molten lava (and the feeling is mutual, actually) and it's important for Angus to have alone time with his kids, I'm staying home.
Now once upon a time Angus and I both used to be away from home a lot for work. True, we were married to other people then, but we both recall the days where we worked two to three weeks out of every month in a foreign location. Angus recalls with particular dread how often he had to fly to Madrid about 8 years ago - as he was living in Sweden and there were no direct flights, he would have to change planes and would wind up flying over 6 hours to get to a place that really is only a 2.5 hour flight away, should a carrier be so kind as to fly there direct. I too used to be away all the time, and the luxury of it really wanes when you find out the truth, that a business trip consists of airport, taxi, hotel, office, taxi, airport. Lather, rinse, repeat.
These days we're generally away from each other maybe one night every other month or so, usually when one of us has to go to Upper Buttfuck. The journey is such a dog, we often elect to just stay overnight and retain our sanity. So our evenings apart are rare.
Now, it's not to say we don't miss each other while we're apart because we do (cue the "awwwwwwwwww" cooing soundtrack here.) But at the same time, I think we both quietly think that an evening or two away from each other is also healthy. We do what we want on those evenings, and they're somewhat restorative. By the time the other person comes back we are more than ready for them to be home, and tired of being the sole center of entertainment and affection for two cats and a dog, tired of hearing only our own voices for a few days, and tired of sleeping in the big bed alone.
So what wonders do I have in mind for the next couple of days?
- Play Sims until my ears bleed. Especially since Angus re-built the PC and installed a new killer graphics card.
- Eat macaroni and cheese. Often. Even though he too likes our homemade mac and cheese, I have a religious fervor for the stuff and can eat it without tiring.
- Eat Mexican breakfast burritos. Composed of tortilla filled with potato, salsa, cheese and scrambled egg, they're not everyone's cup of tea.
- Have waffles for lunch. He's not so much a waffle fan, but I love me some waffles.
(If you see a food theme here, it's because there is one. I do not hide the fact that I love food, and my tastes are a bit...strange.)
- Wear my favorite pajamas. Unless it's that time of month for me, in which case I wear granny panties and a pair of boxers, we both sleep in the nude. When he's away I like to pull out my favorite pair of boxers and my enormous oversized Calvin and Hobbes T-Shirt and sleep in them. I do not pretend I look hot in them, but man am I comfortable.
- Watch endless episodes of CSI, Gilmour Girls, and those Discovery Channel shows of the religious nutters who have 14 kids or more. I love those shows, I watch them with the fascinated horror one would have if watching a giant sea squid take down a school of fish. He and I don't see eye to eye on most TV shows, so this is my hall pass to go mad.
- Re-run Sense and Sensibility. I love that movie, I think I've seen it 100 times and I never bore of it. I also watch bad 80's movies that I know would drive him mad - Weird Science, The Breakfast Club, Outrageous Fortune, Real Genius...these kinds of things make me laugh and take me back (hey-I never said I was sophisticated or anything.)
- Sleep with a stuffed bear and a stuffed dog. WHAT? You find that weird? That an almost 33 year-old woman is sleeping with cuddly toys? Don't you know that stuffed animals present an invisible barrier of protection that bad guys and vampires cannot cross? Geez.
Surely it's not weird that I have my own routine when he's away. I'd bet you have a similar shtick, too.
So there you have it. An action packed plan. It's true I'm off to London first thing tomorrow for a meeting but then my schedule is my own. A lot of people are off work, winding down before the Easter holidays arrive, and so work is very, very slow.
If you're trying to reach me, be advised that for the next few days I'll probably be feeding my face with some bizarre carbohydrate concoction while watching something involving the Brat Pack while trying to play Sims at the same time.
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