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Don’t Think You Are Pulling The Wool Over My Eyes

Don’t Think You Are Pulling The Wool Over My Eyes

I love Saturdays. H gets up early because he has lessons to teach at nine. Between nine and one-thirty I have the house to myself to do as I please. This may sound harsh to some, but when your husband retires after working twelve-hour and sometimes longer days, it’s a bit of a shock to the system and daily routine you’ve developed over the years.

Yeah, I know, it’s been almost three years ago, but my system hasn’t quite recovered yet. I don’t feel bad saying this because I’m pretty sure when I’m out of the house all day on Thursdays he’s feeling the same way.

The majority of that day he’s sitting with his feet up watching tv without interruption and eating whatever he pleases with no, “Don’t eat that. It’s not good for you”, as background noise.

How do I know this? Well, look around. The newspaper is still in the same place on the floor by his chair as it was when I left, with his empty coffee cup and juice glass resting on the side table. His shoes are still under the coffee table and not on his feet, and his jacket is unhung. No, he hasn’t strayed too far from that recliner. But, I can see evidence of food having been prepared in the kitchen, so I know he didn’t starve while I was away.

When I casually ask what he did all day he mumbles something about blowing the pine needles off the carport and driveway. (Fifteen minutes max) “I cleaned the kitchen and swept the house.”

Whatever he cleaned in the kitchen was his mess because I left it clean. Plus, his idea of cleaning the kitchen and my idea of cleaning the kitchen are two different things and there is about an hour difference in the time it takes – his being less. I will give him credit for sweeping because he usually does, though how can you be sure unless you left an unusual amount of debris on the floor. This is his way of pulling the wool over my eyes. I leave it at that. One day he will get the urge to clean out that work room. I can always hope.

I don’t begrudge this time alone he has because I cherish mine. I do take advantage of this time to get something done without interruption because sometimes I see him eyeing me when I’m actually working on my phone – yes, that can be done – and he thinks I’m playing. Right now I’m working by writing this post on my phone. He doesn’t include WordPress as work.

But, unlike H, I do have a to-do list in no particular order:

  • Write a post for WordPress
  • Organize the fabric boxes in the closet
  • Clean the Philadelphia room
  • Drop off two packages at the post office
  • Write another chapter for book (falling out of bed)
  • Research Andrews computer problem

But there’s no pressure, I’m on no time frame. If it gets done, great. If not, there’s always next Saturday – except for Andrew’s computer. I need to do that ASAP!

I can check this post off my list!

~Elle

About Elle Knowles

Elle Knowles lives in the Florida Panhandle with her husband and off-at-college-most-of-the-time son. She has four daughters, one son, and eleven beautiful grandchildren. 'Crossing the Line' is her first novel. The sequel 'What Line' is a work in progress. Recently published is Coffee-Drunk Or Blind - a nonfiction story of homesteading in the Alaska wilderness with her parents and four siblings, told through letters by her mother and remembered accounts from the family.

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  1. I am retired and I wonder how on earth I ever found time to go to work especially since I took up writing books and blogging.

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  2. I am so envious of your alone time on Saturday! I love my hubby, but I’d be so happy to have him find something out of the house to do on a regular basis.

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