It’s been a bit of a stressful 12 hours in the 40 year olds house. Valentines day/night wasn’t filled with a romantic meal or intimate whispers. We seemed to have decided to row on valentines evening, about everything and nothing. A bit of a shame. I blame the hubby – but then I would wouldn’t I?
I think one of the things I’m finding a little bit annoying is today’s “Me day”. For those of you on twitter, you may be aware that for my birthday present this year my husband rather cleverly chose a selection of gifts that were designed to be used on one day (today) to give me a bit of “me” time.
picture courtesy of kmmccabe
I have a Clarins voucher booked for 11am today. I have a Next and a H&M voucher to spend. I was given a book I wanted and a Red Magazine (subscription to follow) and the whole day to do with as I pleased…………..how lovely.
There is a catch. Of course there is a catch, there always is. Last week hubby casually mentioned that he had a conference call at 4pm. “You’ll be back by 4 though, won’t you?” Ummm, so now I have a deadline. Ideally I would need to leave at 3 then, because that’s the school run time and I’ll be a bit slower. So not a whole day then. I wasn’t best pleased, but then he got stressed. It’s a call related to a big job that is worth a lot of money and he’s stressed about it as it is. After a mini debate I said it shouldn’t be a problem. It’s not ideal though.
I get home last night and he tells me he’s now got a casting at midday in London. No panic, he’s found a mate who’s going to babysit The Monster whilst he’s in the casting. However, I could help by taking Pickle to school. There goes the lie in. So sandwiched somewhere in this day is some time for me. I shouldn’t complain. It’s hardly the hubby’s fault. He has a very unpredictable job (acting) and both the real acting work, the stuff he loves, is VERY unpredictable, the corporate acting work, which helps pay the bills, can be equally restrictive. However, where does that leave me?
Hubby gets to go out in the evenings a lot. I’m happy for him to do so. He has lots of pockets of friends and he enjoys socialising. I don’t quite as much, so I’m happy at home with the tv and twitter. He goes on lots of boys trips, because he’s proactive and so are his friends and they enjoy getting away. The girls just don’t do this. We suffer guilt for leaving children behind and we’re too busy just trying to get through our working day to be able to focus on arranging something. We are our own worst enemies.
About 6 months ago, when I really got into the blogging (albeit still secretly) I asked for some time on a Sunday morning to surf the internet and do “my stuff”. No problem, said hubs. However, something always gets in the way. A weekend away, visitors, a kids party. I used to kick up a fuss. I’ve given up now. I snatch moments when I can. Hardly luxurious. He gets to have time upstairs “working”. Caught in the act watching a you tube video of an off the wall comedy show, isn’t really being caught in the act when you’re an actor and you are looked after by a comedy agency….it’s part of his job, being in the know. Sounds rather nice though doesn’t it. Obviously he’s often learning scripts, doing invoices, but I’d rather enjoy it.
Today, I’ve had to put in a quick wash. Friday is grown up washing day. It’s not going to magically do itself and we have visitors on Sunday, so today and tomorrow and the only days I have to do the whole family’s washing. It’ll be more stressful not doing it.
So, “me time”? Pah! I will enjoy my day today and try not to be panicked by my looming departure deadline. Must make the most of it. It’ll probably be my last opportunity for a long time.