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Well, I haven't been keeping to my desired 6-days-a-week workout regime, but I have been getting workouts in here and there. Hey, it's a start. Hubby's layoff put a damper in my enthusiasm, but I'm getting over it. Overall, I'm very optimistic about his situation.
Anyway, the bottom line is, he's been home more and it's been causing me to slack off. I didn't realize what a little life-of-my-own I had going until now. I do enjoy having him around, but having another person in "my space" causes me a bit of ... I dunno what to call it ... disorientation, maybe.
I'm sure we'll work out a system for whatever new schedule he finds himself in. (We both worked nights until now.) See, the night thing worked well, because I have Thursdays and Fridays off. He would go to work on Thursday night and I'd have my little night o' myself and we'd have Friday night together. He'd have Saturday and Sunday night to do his own thing. And during the week we'd hang out after work (6 a.m. to 10 a.m. or so), go to bed, and then hang out getting ready for work together at night.
On a completely unrelated note. I wrote to my long-estranged father over the holidays. Basically, I dropped him a xmas card with my new address and "just saying hey." I wrote that he should write me if he wants to. That was it. I haven't had any kind of contact with him in over 7 years until now. I very deliberately did NOT give him my phone number. I very specifically said "write me," NOT call. So, of course, being who he is, he calls information and gets my phone number and phones me. All gruff and bossy sounding, as usual, he leaves a message that he's calling and now I should call him. A few days after that call, my father's wife's daughter (my step-sister if you will, but I'm loathe to call her that), calls me and leaves a message. I don't hate the kid, but I really have no interest in a relationship with her. Anyway.
I've been thinking about this quite a bit. I don't WANT to talk to my father on the phone at this point in time. I need the safe distance that letter writing (or e-mailing) would give. I really resent that he was presumptuous enough to look me up (when clearly I did NOT give him my number). And not only look me up, but give my number out to someone I have no relation to or real interest in. Phone calls with my father have not been a success for all of my adult life (and that's a long time, friends...22 years). Everytime we talk on the phone, it gets weird, something goes wrong somehow and we end up not talking for 5+ years. So, phooey, I'm not going to call him. If we are to become reacquanted, this cannot be on his terms. At least not at first. I made the first move and I want it to be slow and cordial via written correspondence. I'm almost 100% sure he's going to balk. But screw him. I'm going to write him back, saying that I cannot talk with him on the phone at this time, but I'd love to have a written correspondence, at least for a while.
Besides, with all this night-schedule business, sleeping during the day, and being completely wiped out on my days off, I REALLY do not relish the idea of setting aside at least an hour of my time for a phone call that most certainly will send me back to bed with severe stress-related stomach cramps.
Anyway, the bottom line is, he's been home more and it's been causing me to slack off. I didn't realize what a little life-of-my-own I had going until now. I do enjoy having him around, but having another person in "my space" causes me a bit of ... I dunno what to call it ... disorientation, maybe.
I'm sure we'll work out a system for whatever new schedule he finds himself in. (We both worked nights until now.) See, the night thing worked well, because I have Thursdays and Fridays off. He would go to work on Thursday night and I'd have my little night o' myself and we'd have Friday night together. He'd have Saturday and Sunday night to do his own thing. And during the week we'd hang out after work (6 a.m. to 10 a.m. or so), go to bed, and then hang out getting ready for work together at night.
On a completely unrelated note. I wrote to my long-estranged father over the holidays. Basically, I dropped him a xmas card with my new address and "just saying hey." I wrote that he should write me if he wants to. That was it. I haven't had any kind of contact with him in over 7 years until now. I very deliberately did NOT give him my phone number. I very specifically said "write me," NOT call. So, of course, being who he is, he calls information and gets my phone number and phones me. All gruff and bossy sounding, as usual, he leaves a message that he's calling and now I should call him. A few days after that call, my father's wife's daughter (my step-sister if you will, but I'm loathe to call her that), calls me and leaves a message. I don't hate the kid, but I really have no interest in a relationship with her. Anyway.
I've been thinking about this quite a bit. I don't WANT to talk to my father on the phone at this point in time. I need the safe distance that letter writing (or e-mailing) would give. I really resent that he was presumptuous enough to look me up (when clearly I did NOT give him my number). And not only look me up, but give my number out to someone I have no relation to or real interest in. Phone calls with my father have not been a success for all of my adult life (and that's a long time, friends...22 years). Everytime we talk on the phone, it gets weird, something goes wrong somehow and we end up not talking for 5+ years. So, phooey, I'm not going to call him. If we are to become reacquanted, this cannot be on his terms. At least not at first. I made the first move and I want it to be slow and cordial via written correspondence. I'm almost 100% sure he's going to balk. But screw him. I'm going to write him back, saying that I cannot talk with him on the phone at this time, but I'd love to have a written correspondence, at least for a while.
Besides, with all this night-schedule business, sleeping during the day, and being completely wiped out on my days off, I REALLY do not relish the idea of setting aside at least an hour of my time for a phone call that most certainly will send me back to bed with severe stress-related stomach cramps.