Friday, August 7, 2009

The Secret of a Happy Marriage

Yesterday I decided that since Buzz works so hard and such very long hours that the least I could do was give him a treat when he got home. So I shaved my legs and put on make-up for the first time in two weeks.

Hey, at least I shower regularly!

This is the problem when one “works” from home. And by “works” you know damn well I mean watches the Y&R, bakes way too many sweet treats, reads the blog-o-sphere, and surfs PEI websites looking for a full-time job in my area of expertise. So, yeah, sometimes[1] it’s like right-before-he-walks-in-the-door o’clock before I realize I’m still in my PJs and I haven’t yet washed my face.

Sadly, this is not a new phenomenon for me. When I lived on Maui and worked for an Atlanta-based company, working from my home office[2] I started work at 4 a.m. You read that correctly people – 4 o’clock in the I cannot believe I am up at this hour! morning. It was to make my leaving corporate HQ easier on my team – in order to convince my boss I could work remotely from 4 time-zones away I agreed to begin my work day at 10am Eastern. In the winter, that’s six hours ahead of Hawaiian Standard Time. So that meant I had to roll out of bed at 3:45am, brush my teeth and make it at least “sound” like I’d been up for hours before starting my day off. What that also meant, of course was that 8 hours later, when my work day was officially “done” it was only 12 noon and I could go to hang on the beach[3] for the rest of the day.

But, back in those days, if I say “forgot” to shower for a couple of days, no-one noticed. If, say, my shaving razor was broken, no-one was there to worry about the stubble stabbing them in the shins as we spooned. Back then, if my hair had extra “texture[4]” from not being washed every single day, well, that was a look that was generally accepted on Maui as “the beach head look” so I was jiggy with it.

But, now that I’m an old married lady and what I look like matters to more than just me[5], and to ensure I have a happy marriage I must remember to pay special attention to taking care of the finer details of grooming. Like remembering to get dressed at least a few times a week. Just so he understands that if I needed to go on a job interview at a moment’s notice I’d remember how to walk in high-heels.



[1] Most times

[2] My sunny lanai

[3] Sleep

[4] Grease

[5] Or Snickers

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