For those of you who haven’t been paying attention, I took the week off of work to play home-maker and facilitate my child’s education while my husband drinks coronas and tequila with a bunch of 12 year olds posing as comedians in a heated pool on the rooftop of their Mexican villa, all under the guise of doing a “comedy festival.”
Jealous? Why would I be jealous? It’s not like I spend the rest of my time working my ass off to support my family so that Bill can go chasing his dream job of stand-up comedian while staying home with my son so he can do online schooling, thus fulfilling *his* dream of spending as many hours on a computer as humanly possible.
Oh wait. It is exactly like that.
But I get to spend more time with my son, who is my world. I mean, unfortunately, he has state testing and school keeping him busy most of the week. And he’s just shy of 12, so every time I go to hug him, he backs away with a horrified look on his face, and I run after him with my arms out-stretched, shouting “don’t look at me like I’m frickin frankenstien. Give your mother a hug!”
Well, at least Bill promised to bring me back something. It’ll probably be something kitschy, like a bobble-headed donkey, or an anatomically correct grass doll, or maybe something made out of coconut.
I’m allergic to coconut. Sigh.
Whatever. I’ve decided to make the most of my time off. My plans for this afternoon include cleaning out and re-arranging the bedroom, going through old papers in the desk, and organizing the bathroom closet.
… the sad part is, I’m kinda looking forward to it.
IN-teresting… I also am the one working my ass off while my spouse, chasing the dream of being a famous poet and writer, spent the weekend at a Women’s Retreat. I worked on finishing my college degree, tended the lad, and repaired and installed a dishwasher donated to us by the Glovers (who are real top-notch people.) So I feel your pain.
Fortunately my remaining at-home son is seventeen rather than twelve, so we’ve passed that point of awkwardness and chasing and moved onto the grim resignation and exasperates sighing phase.
Maybe we need to form a support group: Alcoholic Spouse Suckers and Hardworking Adult Twits Support
My spouse is also in Akumal at the comedy festival. And, I also took the week off to be home with our two kids (as he is their primary care taker.). My plan for my time off is a box of wine.
Trust me, there is also wine involved.