We'll, Willies year long "vacation" is over. He started his new job yesterday. We are both back to the grind. When I say both of us, I include myself because there are certain things I do for Willie.
I wake up with him, Iron his clothes while he showers, prepare a breakfast for him, pack a lunch, and in today's case, he has a meeting at six p.m. so today was a dinner as well. These aren't your ordinary sack lunches either. Today he's having roast beef sandwich with au jus sauce, for dinner he's having left over chicken parm. He usually gets really nice lunches, and my reward is of course his co-workers comments on "your wife makes you the best lunches" :). Locate his wallet, keys and phone and make sure they're ready for walk out the door style pick up.
Yesterday Willie didn't get home until 7:30, though that was mostly because traffic was that horrible I had him go look at one more apartment and townhome. I think we've found the one though. I am going to go "check it out" once the babes wake up and then that will be our final decision. I'm taking Willie his lunch today and eating with him. Thats something I think I missed. On occassion when he was doing the 8-5er I would bring a blanket, and me and Ian (Lexi wasn't born yet) would have a picnic out in the grassy area and hang out. It was nice.
I know I could send him out to get his lunches every day, and take his clothes to the dry cleaners. But you know, he makes a sacrafice for us so that I can stay at home and raise our children. He wants to do something crazy like, not find a job, use his retirement money that is cashing out from old employer to go down to costa rica and live there for whatever, or start his own business, but he does the "responsible" thing. And its not economical for me to send him to eat out every day, and send clothes to the dry cleaners. I know were talking about dollars here for dry cleaning, and about 25 bucks a week for lunches if he ate out frugely (sp?), but thats money we can use at Disneyland with Ian and Lexi, and dang it, my lunches are better ;) And okay fine, I'll admit it. I enjoy taking care of him in that way. It's something he'd do for me, and does do for me.
So then if I choose place a. thats cheaper, I get to hire movers! yeah. If I choose place b. thats closer to his work, (would facilitate blanket picnics), is a little roomier, and has a "hotel" like atmosphere, I have to move it all myself. I think...not quite sure though lol, I'm going to choose a.
So, our crises has been diverted for the time being. He is secure for the next six months.
I decided yesterday that I hate my dr. My pituitary MRI came back with some sort of ....scar tissue (though they used lots more fancy words to describe it) on it ..oh yeah thats it, post surgical defect. I informed him that I had NEVER been to the endocrinologist as prescribed by the Neurosurgeon after surgery, he said I didn't need too....I want to see one. I dont like him. Without going too personal, ...I just dont like him lol
He was too concerned with how beautiful Ian and Lexi are and how they're going to be "hollywood starlets"...yeah yeah, I WANT A DR! NOT A TALENT SCOUT! lol
so those are my thoughts...just . .. typing it them out I guess. If you've read this far..sorry. It goes nowhere :)
Jackie