Hey, this just in: When your husband is laid off, he’ll be home a LOT.
Remember when you were newly married and you were on your honeymoon and were together 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and when you went to sleep at night, you couldn’t wait to wake up so you could spend some more quality time together and just be together talking and dreaming of all the talking and togetherness you would be doing for the rest of your life together?
Well, this is not at all like that.
Oh, wait. You came here for brutal honesty, right? ‘Kay. Just checkin. Carry on.
This togetherness is more of a learning that, no, I do not need help boiling water for the spaghetti, for him, and that there is a nice way and a not so nice way to communicate that no, I do not need help boiling water for the spaghetti, for me.
And re-learning that.
Because I am a slow learner.
And because every day there is someone in my kitchen who used to be somewhere else. Doing important things. And now he wants to do important things where he is. In my kitchen.
Honestly, it’s not that I don’t want him here or that he doesn’t want to be here, it’s just that if we were really honest, we both wish that he had an important place to be other than the kitchen, making important decisions other than how to help get lunch ready.
But he doesn’t.
This layoff thing is draining in more ways than I first imagined it would be.