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Let’s Pretend I’m Divorced – (Hubs is on a Business Trip)

November 18, 2014 By Food Retro

Hubby is gone to Mexico on a business trip until Friday. Given that it’s -10C here today, and snowy, I’m sure he’s going to have a terrible time. This game will keep me from being too jealous.

I was going to say it’s been years since hubby and I have spent time apart, but then I realized that technically the last time we had been apart for several days was just last month while I was staying at the hotel attending the BlissdomCanada conference. This is just more evidence that when you’ve been married for 16 years, every day is a little bit of eternity. 

You can take that how you will.

Our relationship is perfectly fine, by the way,  but when we get into having a moment, he likes to say things like I would be living in a cave. I say this is ridiculous, because mostly this is something he says when he is out of underwear. He runs out of clean underwear about two weeks earlier than my son and I do, and I maintain that a 40 year old man is perfectly capable of telling me he is nearly out of underwear (or buying more than two three-packs of underpants). 

Other than having a sixth sense about his underwear and sock drawer,  it has been argued that my wifely duties include whatever household chore I didn’t choose to do that day. I will have spent all day cleaning out our closets, and he will get upset because he wanted me to vacuum the basement, or something to this effect. 

Funny enough, when the tables were turned and he’s the one who stayed home Fridays with the kid while I had to work, it was more or less the exact same way in reverse. Someone should make a domestic duty monitor so whoever is working from home can say, no really, I did not spend all day playing Solitaire.

Anyway, this should be a fun little experiment to see how fast the house decays when it’s just kidlet and I. We’ll see if anything gets set on fire, or if suddenly I’m living in three inches of gunge.

But you know what?

I bet I won’t have to wash any underwear this week!

Filed Under: 1 + 1 = 3, I Can't Make this Stuff Up, The Answer is 42

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Baker of deliciousness. Suburban Gardener. Neophyte Urban Homesteader. Mom.

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Comments

  1. Cyn says

    November 18, 2014 at 6:36 pm

    Hahaha!

  2. Sarah (est. 1975) says

    November 19, 2014 at 11:03 am

    Honestly? My house stays WAY cleaner and I have to do WAY less laundry when my husband is on a business trip. It is not the kid who is the problem as far as mess. It is the MAN.

    • Food Retro says

      November 19, 2014 at 11:05 am

      I hear ya!

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