7/07/2019

8:30am (Maybe I should take up soccer)

It's Sunday morning, it's not all that warm (yet) but oh so super sticky. I hate air conditioning because it gives me the most awful headache, and with closed windows I feel like I can't breathe. Despite having lived in the Caribbean (through no choice of my own) I simply don't understand why people would willingly submit themselves to this torture of heat, humidity and air conditioning for the major part of the year.

I have often spoken about my husband's dedication to routine. He denies it but any deviation from his self-constructed, strict routine makes him irritable and grumpy. You have no idea the negative impact this has on my life, no idea. He doesn't mind being one of the living dead, me- I am constantly aware that I am just sitting here waiting to die.  Our lives are defined by his schedule of naps and lunch and his resistance to anything that even remotely resembles movement.

For years (and years) we always did the major housework on Sundays - Sunday morning to be exact. I can make sense of this when we both worked the usual Monday-Friday, 9-5 but since retiring (yes, he works, part-time, from home) it doesn't matter what day we do anything.  My husband's contribution to the housekeeping is a major vacuuming once a week - wherein he moves most of the furniture and spends and hour and a half vacuuming a 1116 square foot apartment. That's pretty much it. He does feed the cats and he will empty and wash the litter box once a week (he never scoops). Every other day he will take out the trash (there's just the two us, we don't make much trash) which means he walks 15 steps to the end of the hall, turns left, walks another 15 steps to the trash room. And even with that little effort I have to remind him to do it. I could easily do it myself, and sometimes I do, but seriously that is all the exercise he gets! Oh, and twice a week he carries the laundry to the laundry room, just to, I haul it back. The laundry room is 15 steps to the end of the hall, a left turn, and then 10 steps.

My husband's day is - coffee, feed cats, work, breakfast, shower, nap, work, lunch, nap. Which leaves his afternoons free. He usually reads and occasionally watches television (with headphones).  Somehow, out of boredom, he started watching soccer. Pro, amateur, whatever was playing on whatever sports channels we have.

Then along came the women's world cup. Hoo-boy - is he ever dedicated to this. I mean like dedicated. So here's the thing - the final of the women's world cup is today, Sunday, at 11am. What to do, what to do? Sunday, 11am, he's usually vacuuming.  Oh No!

His answer to this world shattering problem? CHANGE HIS INVIOLABLE SCHEDULE.

Yup, yesterday, Saturday, we did the major housework so this morning would be free for him to watch soccer.

If I dare suggest a change to his schedule, he pulls faces, whines a bit and if his schedule MUST be adapted, even if it is just for that one time, well, harumph, sigh, he goes along - but just this once, please, thank you very much.

For me, groans and grumps. For the Women's World Cup Soccer finals - No problemo!

Maybe I should take up soccer.


6 comments:

  1. So, what happens when soccer goes into nap time or lunch time? Lol! I can't imagine having such an inflexible schedule that doesn't change for anything other than a soccer match. Now that he knows it's possible, maybe the next time you suggest changing the schedule, he'll accept it without any issues.

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    1. Oh dream on, my dear, Dream on....He will change his schedule when he HAS to - like for a doctor's appointment. But he tries to schedule all appointments between 9:30am and 11am - and 11am is getting a bit tight to be home for lunch at Noon...In the afternoons sometimes he will walk up to the little store if he needs something...but usually everything much be done in the morning before lunch. He rarely has to go into the office but when he does, thankfully the meetings are usually set for 10am...*sigh*

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  2. I can understand routine because I've alway pretty much followed one but I've never gone as far as scheuling in nap time. Who would have though that womens soccer had the power to change such a rigid schedule

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    1. We all have routines, it's how we manage life, it's how life IS manageable but - but there has to be room in there for LIFE.

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  3. Reminds me of a scene in the movie Pleasantville - "you will have dinner on this table at 6:00 every night"
    YES there needs to be room for life in any routine and room for living in every life.

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    1. He doesn't demand anything, this is just the way he is. We came to the conclusion sometime ago that he might have more than a touch of Aspergers....

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