There are some pearls of wisdom in these thoughts. I love : I get dressed the wife says where are you going and I say nowhere! That's very close to my life except for the get dressed part.
As I type this at 7 in the morning on a Sunday I realizes I am fully dressed in jeans... there is something passive aggressive I am doing to my wife, I know it drives her crazy and that's why I keep doing it.
Now someone mentioned the smells and I must say the smell is good but there is a problem and since you are all good friends I will tell you and hope I don't accumulate a lot of comments on this but- I have big balls. Really big ones. Even my jeans have to be altered and repaired ,it's so embarrassing, I bring them to the store with their two quarter size rips where my boys rest their restless heads. So The furniture in the kitchen is taking a beating. The fine French chairs - my chair anyway is horribly gashed open and threaded and torn and a big mess and that's just from sitting and shifting around uncomfortably as the market tanks.. The table too is a problem I've broken it with my big forearms. It's all wiggly jiggly now and when someone leans on one side it goes way up unless I'm holding the other side down with a trade. It's an expensive antique too. Having a son and thus losing my office is the cause of much of this grief. I could rent an a space somewhere I guess or trade out of a group situation but then everyone is looking over your shoulder and asking questions-- I need COMPLETE silence usually when I'm researching and even the slightest tinkle of glassware will send me up the wall-- another strife point with the wife-- she like to do the dishes in the morning and I like to sit there and study... we are still working through the kinks of both of us being in the apt at the same time.
No one ever said it would be easy. ~ stoney
As I type this at 7 in the morning on a Sunday I realizes I am fully dressed in jeans... there is something passive aggressive I am doing to my wife, I know it drives her crazy and that's why I keep doing it.
Now someone mentioned the smells and I must say the smell is good but there is a problem and since you are all good friends I will tell you and hope I don't accumulate a lot of comments on this but- I have big balls. Really big ones. Even my jeans have to be altered and repaired ,it's so embarrassing, I bring them to the store with their two quarter size rips where my boys rest their restless heads. So The furniture in the kitchen is taking a beating. The fine French chairs - my chair anyway is horribly gashed open and threaded and torn and a big mess and that's just from sitting and shifting around uncomfortably as the market tanks.. The table too is a problem I've broken it with my big forearms. It's all wiggly jiggly now and when someone leans on one side it goes way up unless I'm holding the other side down with a trade. It's an expensive antique too. Having a son and thus losing my office is the cause of much of this grief. I could rent an a space somewhere I guess or trade out of a group situation but then everyone is looking over your shoulder and asking questions-- I need COMPLETE silence usually when I'm researching and even the slightest tinkle of glassware will send me up the wall-- another strife point with the wife-- she like to do the dishes in the morning and I like to sit there and study... we are still working through the kinks of both of us being in the apt at the same time.
No one ever said it would be easy. ~ stoney
