My husband has taken to working all the hours in a given day. He hasn't been home before 10:00 p.m. in over a week. On Friday night, I mean Saturday morning, he got home at 4:00 a.m. I'm not entirely clear on what he is doing all those hours at work, and I try not to ask, because he develops this weird twitch over his left eyebrow when I do. It seems very stressful.
Unfortunately, my husband is the only motivation I have to behave like a responsible adult. Without him around I:
-cease to cook nutritional meals (the other night I had string cheese for dinner)
-fail to buy groceries that can be assembled into proper meals (the last grocery trip included KIND Bars, chevre, milk chocolate and single serve containers of hummus)
-forget to take his pants to the dry cleaners (he only owns 4 pairs of work appropriate pants, so this is a bit of a problem)
-fail to fold the laundry (instead I leave all the baskets in the living room and dress from them)
In fact, without my husband around in the evenings, I pretty much sit around, knit socks (I have plenty of socks; what I really need are sweaters), and watch old episodes of trashy TV series on Netflix. It's not that my husband demands a decent dinner, folded laundry, or other such home comforts. It's just that I'm ashamed to let my inner frat boy take over when there's someone around to witness it.