No Zoe, I did not say "being retarded is hard". I bet it is though.
The first 5 days after quitting my job I spent most of my time hanging out with The Spousal Unit so it didn't feel much different than a regular vacation. But today she had to go back to work. I woke up early, made her breakfast (not like that Zoe, I made breakfast FOR her), packed her lunch box (stop it Zoe), gave her a kiss and shoved her working ass out the door. I expected the bon bon truck to arrive shortly after she left but it must've gotten bad directions or something. So I spent the day spreading mulch, cleaning the bathroom, going to the pet food shop, stopping back to Local Computer Store so I could pick up my last paycheck and try to fix the problems my replacement created (which I'm doing my best to not care about), buying plants for the garden, taking care of the dogs, getting stuff ready for our softball game, shopping for the in-laws anniversary gifts (you'll never guess what we're getting them...ok I'll tell you, games!)... Shit damn, I had a lot to do and didn't get anywhere near as much done as I wanted.
Still beats the hell out of working for a living.
This is gonna be awesome.
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That actually does sound really awesome. On any normal day if someone told me they did all of that stuff I would think, man, over-achiever. But since that is now your job and you don't HAVE to be up by a certain time to go to work, then it sound productive and awesome.
Wanna come be my make-believe house-husband cause my place has not recovered from my vacation and it needs some love. And by "my place" I mean my apartment. And by "my apartment" I mean where I live.
PG: I don't think my services are available for loan or lease as of yet. Get back to me in a few months. And by "services" I mean cooking and cleaning. I'm pretty sure my other services will never be available to anyone besides Sylvia. Yet another great reason for her to support me.
The great thing about being retired is that even if you don't get everything done the first day, there's always tomorrow.
And the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that...
Limpy: Yeah, that's actually something I need to keep telling myself. I'm so not used to just being ok with everything not getting done in one day. After years of, "If the Cala Lillies don't get planted today I won't have time again until August so I'm going to have to mow the lawn at 9 o'clock tonight with my headlamp on" it's been tough to just relax, do what I can, and just leave the rest for another day. Since another day means tomorrow, not August.
You left me with nothing dirty to say. I totally hear you on getting everything done in one day. I currently have so much yard and house work to do that though I know I won't be able to accomplish it all in one day, that will still be my expectation.
I mean this is the most positive and curious way and not in the typical and standard American snotty way of: what do you mean you don't have a job.
Why was this a goal for you? I mean, I totally understand not wanting to go work for the man everyday. Totally. And the nice thing about taking care of a house and being a house husband (how awesome!) What I'm asking is: I know you used to be in a band and that you have artistic hobbies and such, so are you going to pursue the other interests more intently to ultimately make those a full-time gig?
Simply curious. From one who would love to be in your man shoes right now. (Meaning, your situation. Not in your man shoes, cause I bet they are big and I am small so therefore I would be picked on.
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