Quiet time
It isn't really early, but it's quiet this morning. Husband was up until 3:00 watching old DS-9 reruns on the DVR. The volume was low, but still enough to wake me. Anyway, he's sleeping now and I'm enjoying an cup of tea.
We're both adjusting nicely to his new work schedule. I just have to get used to not having my Fridays to myself. But I do get my Sundays, which means I return to work feeling less stressed out. ... although, I still don't like Mondays.
Finished some doctor visits and consultations this week. Now I get to be scheduled for some mysterious "female surgery" (for all you guys out there :P ). The best part is they'll yank the "baby bed." I can't wait for that part. I thought perhaps I would be more hesitant when the real opportunity arose, but I find I just want to get it done and over with so I can get on with my life.
At the same time, I find it interesting, as I get older, that I contemplate more often the possibility of death. No, I'm not being morbid, but accidents on the operating table happen. The thought of dying doesn't particularly bother me. I've never done it before, so it would be something new to experience. But I'm in no hurry to 'kick' because there's still so much of my life ahead of me. The biggest apprehension I have is my family.
The husband isn't the greatest for taking care of business. So, I would worry that he wouldn't do the right things with the live insurance and would wind up in a difficult position, financially. Although, I'm sure his mother would come to the rescue, if she could. And he would probably move closer to her. ... maybe not.
Then, there's my kids. He's a good daddy, but he doesn't notice things about them like I do. He isn't as apt to give in to their demands for attention. He doesn't snuggle them all like I do. I'm sure they'd all manage, but I'd rather be here for them.
I guess, in a way, I understand my mother's desire to die ... sort of. My father's been dead for nearly 20 years now. All of us kids are scattered to the four corners. The ones who are geographically close rarely visit. She never really developed any interests outside the house. So, she's lonely and unhappy. She feels she's outlived her usefulness. In those circumstances, I think I'd rather be dead, too.
Okay! Enough of that! Husband's alarm just went off. I think I'll start coffee and see if I can harass him awake enough to go do something fun today.
We're both adjusting nicely to his new work schedule. I just have to get used to not having my Fridays to myself. But I do get my Sundays, which means I return to work feeling less stressed out. ... although, I still don't like Mondays.
Finished some doctor visits and consultations this week. Now I get to be scheduled for some mysterious "female surgery" (for all you guys out there :P ). The best part is they'll yank the "baby bed." I can't wait for that part. I thought perhaps I would be more hesitant when the real opportunity arose, but I find I just want to get it done and over with so I can get on with my life.
At the same time, I find it interesting, as I get older, that I contemplate more often the possibility of death. No, I'm not being morbid, but accidents on the operating table happen. The thought of dying doesn't particularly bother me. I've never done it before, so it would be something new to experience. But I'm in no hurry to 'kick' because there's still so much of my life ahead of me. The biggest apprehension I have is my family.
The husband isn't the greatest for taking care of business. So, I would worry that he wouldn't do the right things with the live insurance and would wind up in a difficult position, financially. Although, I'm sure his mother would come to the rescue, if she could. And he would probably move closer to her. ... maybe not.
Then, there's my kids. He's a good daddy, but he doesn't notice things about them like I do. He isn't as apt to give in to their demands for attention. He doesn't snuggle them all like I do. I'm sure they'd all manage, but I'd rather be here for them.
I guess, in a way, I understand my mother's desire to die ... sort of. My father's been dead for nearly 20 years now. All of us kids are scattered to the four corners. The ones who are geographically close rarely visit. She never really developed any interests outside the house. So, she's lonely and unhappy. She feels she's outlived her usefulness. In those circumstances, I think I'd rather be dead, too.
Okay! Enough of that! Husband's alarm just went off. I think I'll start coffee and see if I can harass him awake enough to go do something fun today.