The next couple of weeks are promising to be the kind of weeks that make me deliriously happy and make my husband want to crawl into a corner and cry. I married a hermit. I didn’t know it at the time, but I did. Despite having known my husband for seven years before we married, there were many things I did not know about him.
I like to go out. I like to see people, relatives, friends. I like to sit in a busy shopping center and watch the world go by. I love people watching. I like to flitter around and visit my friends and I love to have people come stay here. He likes to be at home. People are fine, in their place. Friends are lovely so long as they understand that it may be weeks or months between visits. House guests are acceptable. Or not. He can take them or leave them.
The contrast between how much I love to see people as opposed to how much I hate to talk to people on the phone is funny. The Husband is great on the phone. Generally, if there is someone I need to call, I make him do it. If there is someone we need to visit, he makes me do it.
Today we’re leaving on a short vacation to the coast. Our friends have rented a house near the beach and invited us to join them. The Husband hemmed and hawed forever, deliberating on the good versus the bad. I immediately said yes, we’ll be there. Yes. We’ll follow you to the coast and stay in a house on the beach and go fishing in the ocean and build sandcastles on the shore. Who in their right mind says no to an almost free vacation? Not me. Possibly the Husband.
So we’re off to the beach today. We’ll be back just in time for me to do laundry and pack the kids and myself up again to go south for a week. I couldn’t convince Jeremy that two weeks worth of traveling would be FUN. It will be EXCITING. We will see friends and go out at night leaving our kids with a BABYSITTER. The mention of a babysitter is enough to send me over the moon but it isn’t enough to convince Jeremy to leave the house again so soon.
Meh. I’ll have fun. The kids will have fun. Jeremy will be happily hermited away in our house. I guess we all win in our own way.
I’m with you – yay vacation! And babysitters? He’s NUTs to turn that down!
I’m with you. No phone, but yes on visiting people. Oh and people watching. I adore the airport for that. It’s the best place to watch people.
Have fun at the beach. May cry out of jealousy.
I wish I were more like you. I’d probably be happier with Jeremy.
Have lots and lots of fun Jen
Soak up the beach for me.
I am totally a hermit in the making. But, I still like to do things with a very select few people. (very very few….like maybe two).
But, I hope you are having a blast! I miss you!
I’m soo the same with the phone – I’ll get in my car and drive somewhere before I’ll make a phone call. Thank God for e-mail.
Me too. I’ve been known to drive from store to store looking for something instead of just picking up the phone to see if they have it in stock. It’s… not productive. And yet? I can’t stop. Or I can’t start calling. Whatever. I just can’t.