Tuesday, July 2, 2013

A Bit Ballzy

I know I'm bad off when I'm looking forward to getting up at 630 am and taking the cat to get neutered.

It will be the first time I've been completely alone for months! (And I guess, technically, I won't be completely alone as the cat will be with me. But I have a feeling he won't be asking me a hundred thousand questions.  Nor will he be fighting with his siblings over EVERY.THING!!) 

Is it wrong that I enjoy my alone time? That I need alone time? 

I made a (suppose to be sarcastic) comment in my last post about how my husband and I may not survive retirement. I then received a comment ( from "anonymous", don't you just love those?) about how doomed my marriage must be. (I paraphrase)

While I take little stock in comments from people that don't know me, my husband nor have the decency to leave their name, it did make me feel guilty. 

I do love my husband. A lot. And, just as importantly, if not more importantly, I like him. We have lots of fun together and he is the first person I talk to when anything happens, big or small, in my life. I respect him. Appreciate him. Cherish him. 

But, I do not want to spend every second of every day with him. You see, while he is a great many things, one thing he is not is self sufficient. Let's just say, if I was to disappear for longer than 3 days, with no warning, he'd starve and run out of clean underwear.  I kid!! Sorta. 

He may be able to fix his own food, but he doesn't know what to make or where to find the ingredients. He doesn't know how to do laundry. He doesn't know where I keep the extra bottles of shampoo. 

To his credit, he never had to learn. A certain woman (not his mom!) did everything for him before we got married and then, I just took over. Because I wanted to. I still want to. He's never made me. It's just the way our marriage is and 99% of the time, Im happy to be my husband's help meet. 

But there is that 1% where I really just want him to leave me alone. Not forever. Just for a few hours. 

So,while that comment made me feel guilty for a beat or two, Im still looking forward to my cat getting his "boys" removed tomorrow. 

If that's wrong, I don't want to be right.