April 21st, 2008
I try not to drive in the city because it really sucks. But today I was forced into it because I had to take Husband’s laundry in to the drycleaner, and since I’ve procrastinated on it, there were about forty dress shirts to be lugged. It turns out forty dress shirts weigh about eighty pounds. You wouldn’t think it’s possible but it is! So there was no way I was going to lug all that stuff on the skytrain. But the laundry must be done, so I needed the car solution. And that’s life as me in this marriage.
Boy, didn’t that opening sound just painfully domestic/sexist? Disclaimer: my husband doesn’t oppress me. Not even a smidge. We decided early on that we didn’t want to argue about household stuff, which is what happens when people share chores. So we divided up the household labour. Also, Husband has a good paying professional job which he works full time at, and I’m a student who is currently qualified only for jobs that pay as well in a month as what he makes in two days. And finally, I get contentment and satisfaction from keeping house, including cooking and cleaning. Combine these three premises and you get an inescapable, logical conclusion: Husband goes to work and brings home the bacon (but not literally), and I stay home and do the household work. Somehow our carefully thought out and discussed division of labour resulted in a thoroughly fifties style living arrangement. Except I’m in school and he doesn’t call me “toots.”
I’ve probably explained all that before but anyway, here it is again.
Point being, that I managed to do my errands in under an hour, which included a stop downtown and one in east Van, plus coming home after and two different parking lots. It’s a miracle! I’m tickled pink, frankly!
Now I’m off to walk to the local bank and get papers for rolling our coins. Husband offloads his change every night when he gets home from work, and it collects in a pair of plastic tubs on the kitchen counter (one for loonies and toonies, one for the smaller change). I pilfer from the bigger change liberally but finally the volume outstripped my ability to spend it and it’s time to roll it all up.
Okay. So this isn’t an exciting post. But I like it, because it’s like the parts of my life that I like best: relaxed, low key, content. I see it like this: there are exciting and wild times in all our lives, but if that’s your only source of joy you’re in trouble. Taking a sense of fulfillment from the every day mundane things ensures you will never run out of sustenance. So here’s me, enjoying my mild day. I feel great!
Why doesn’t he call you “toots”? I think that would be so cute! :~)
You just know that he’s going to start calling you “toots” now, right?