Last night I felt so peaceful and content and realized it was the first night since moving here nearly 8 weeks ago that my husband was not only home, but we were quietly enjoying separate activities. We weren't rabbid to be together because we'd been so far apart every week and only had two days to catch up. We didn't have friends or family over. The boys were in bed. He was dinking around the garage happily and I was shredding papers in the kitchen and watching my kind of television.
This is what marriages are made of sometimes I think. Peaceful coexistence and happiness being who you are and where you are. I was thinking of him out there and trying to decide on cleaning out my car. He was out there whistling and doing what men do in garages and thinking about how nice it would be to have me to talk to.
Finally we met up, cleaned the car and a few other things, listened to obnoxious tunes together and just had some fun before bed. That is, after my shredding was done.
One of the things I love about California is the sheer amount of crap you can recycle. New York is very limited. And I realized a paper shredder would make me able to recycle more as well as feel better about my personal address and info going out to the great unknown. So before buying a couch or even an end table, I bought a paper shredder.
Yesterday alone I overheated the sucker three times as I cleaned out a couple of file boxes we'd brought with us. The kick I got on clearing house before we left hasn't left my system. I love being tidy and organized and having less stuff.
My husband thinks I am obsessed with the shredder (I think he called it a sordid affair), but it's really with the prospect of more uncluttering. There's this insane (and fairly obscene) natural high I get from cleaning and organizing. I'm obsessed with seeing my walls and floors and not having a thousand places where dust and dirt collect.
I told the hubby I want to check Ikea one more time for an enclosed entertainment unit for the living room before I decide on a really cute set of shelves and media center we found at World Market. I want to not have dust (that we're HIGHLY allergic to) all over my books and CDs.
But he is all for the World Market set and thinks we could just dut the shelves every week or two. WE could dust the shelves. P'SHAW! Like WE could sweep the house, do the dishes and laundry, take the kids to and from school, water the flowers, wash the floors, cook, clean the cat box, shop and clean the bathrooms. Hubby is too far away most of the time, so the dust(ing) literally falls on my shoulders.
I don't hold it against him, I just need him to be realistic. Though I MUST give it to him (and have!) for being much more helpful and clean when he is home. He's really trying now to help keep things picked up more so I don't have so much of a mess on my hands. And the boys are usually pretty easy to enlist for odd jobs because we're teaching them responsibility and teamwork. Whew...
Anyway, tonight seems like another nice candidate for a quiet evening. A friend of hubby's may be coming over but he's so cute and fun when he's had a few beers and quiet before and after that, so he's no problem. When he's drunk he tells me how much my hubby loves me, so that's always nice to have around ;-)
The kids are up for at least one more hour, so I'm off like a prom dress, Dudes.
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