When there is no one or no thing making demands on your time, you come to learn some stuff about yourself.
Some of this stuff is revelatory. Some ain’t so pretty.
For one, I’ve learned that I am quite happy to relinquish my financial responsibility. This is significant because, for the past few years, I’ve made all the money. I paid all the bills. For a while, I gave my husband an allowance because, god love him, he seemed to have little concept of how every time he used his debit card, actual cash money left our account. But he was in college full time and I was willing to suffer the daily grind for the greater good.
Well, I was willing to suffer right up until the moment when my will shattered like a plate glass window and I backed out of my job waiving a jagged shard in front of me, daring anyone to make me stay. I was so happy I quit that I didn’t even care where we would find the money to live. I let it go. Gave it up to the universe and giggled like an idiot while suckling from the spout on my last box of wine.
As life plans go, it wasn’t the most well thought out, but someone up there must have been smiling down on my drunken, manic self. A week after I quit, my husband got a job. A good job with benefits in the field that he was going to school for. He is now the bread-winner and I am the one staying at home, getting the allowance. Suits me just fine. Just don’t call me a house wife. I will cut you.
I’ve also learned that, if left to my own devices, I prefer to stay awake until about three in the morning and sleep until noonish. I’ve never been a morning person, so now I choose to just by-pass morning all together. This arrangement has also reaffirmed my belief that cereal is a perfectly acceptable meal at any hour of the day or night.
So, I’m an irresponsible slacker who stays up until all hours and makes questionable nutritional choices.
Yes, dear readers, I am a teenager.
Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a box of frosted mini-wheats in the cupboard calling my name.