There was a time when every single time I said something on the blog about needing time and space to myself, I’d get comments saying things like .. be thankful he’s still alive; and you should be grateful he’s healthy and still with you. OK. I am thankful and I am grateful but dang it .. he’s about to drive me insane. This house is too small. We need a basement. I’m not crazy about northeast Arkansas (still farther from Chad than I want to be) but if that’s what it takes to get a basement and a space where I can go . . then let’s start packing.
Honestly, at least 20 times a day, he says “What are you doing?” and another 20 times, he says “Where are you going?” Of those 20 times, the answers are the same every day because I’m a creature of habit:
- 5 – 6 times – going to the bathroom
- 2 -3 times – going to spend time with Boots, which is really saying “to spend time alone!”
- 4 – 5 times – to fix dinner or to check on dinner
- 4 – 5 times – to take Rita out.
For goodness sakes, if the dog is at the door whining, and I’m getting up, where does he think I’m going?
Just now, I picked up my phone. He said “What are you doing?” I looked at him and almost said “You HAVE to get a job!” I grinned. He said “What are you thinking?” I said “I almost said “You HAVE to get a job” and then thought better of it but now you’ve made me say it!
I was picking up my phone to post a picture I had taken so I explained that to him. Then he wanted to know what was the picture? Where was I posting it?
I said “Vince, I have to have some amount of time to myself every day. Even if you’re sitting across the room . . just pretend you aren’t here and stop asking me so many questions!” He said “You had all morning to yourself!” NO! He went outside to set up a sprinkler. He was outside for less than half an hour.
He needs a hobby. He needs a friend. He needs a bigger house. I need to spend more time in the sewing room! 🙂