AAARGH! I started to write and the stupid browser closed (AGAIN!) before I saved what I’d written! However, I remembered that my son told me to write and save my thoughts in Word (bleh!) then just cut and paste it into the blog. So that’s what I’m doing. Of course now it will be entirely different than what I’d originally written!
I was saying that I’m lazy when my husband is home. When he isn’t home, I’m able to flit about in my ADD-like way (as in the internet story about going downstairs for your glasses then finding something to do along the way, etc.). I accomplish a lot because I move from one thing to another and don’t ask myself questions. I just do. It’s said that “Action precedes Motivation” and I know it to be true. I have to literally tell myself, “Don’t be lazy!” I could very easily paint, knit, read, you-name-it and let the house to go hell. I’m a recovering “Messieholic” who keeps falling off the cleaning cart. I’ve dragged my husband into this rant because it’s inevitable he’ll call me to help him right when I’m in the middle of a good momentum. You see, once I do get into a cleaning mode I can go on for hours. Once that momentum is lost, it’s gone. It’s hard for me to re-activate to motivate. Unless you’re somewhat ADD like me, you won’t understand.
What I’m wondering about is what will happen when my husband retires. He’s pretty good as husbands go but he’s a noodge. He won’t notice all that I have done but will point out when there are balls of cat fur in the corners of the stairs (it’s summer, they’re shedding!) then continue to go about his business without considering a broom or even picking them up along the way to toss in a wastebasket! You see? He’s a passer-by. We have certain little cues which he, for the most part, ignores. If there are empty cups or glasses on the table by the stairs, it means they’re to go to the dishwasher. The table is right at the top of the stairs and can’t be missed. He walks right down the stairs. He’s in his own little (and I mean little) world. His favorite sentence is, “I am/was distracted.”
All this being said, the following Non Sequitur comic makes me laugh and wonder if there are other women out there who do really love their husbands but wish they were… what? Who can explain?
http://www.gocomics.com/feature_items/printable/433113?feature_id=112