Well it’s Saturday. Or as I normally call it: Two Days Till Monday. But because of this Monday being a holiday, that two days has turned into three. But you know what? I’m not going to do my usual “oh no that’s another day with my family” rant. First of all, and I hope you know this, but I do love my family. More than anything. It’s just easier to love them when we’re not in the same room.
As I get older I just don’t have the tolerance to deal with the little annoyances anymore, you know? I’ve documented plenty how my moody teenage (redundant, I know) daughter can shut me down with just a tiny eye roll or raised hand; or how my son takes mumbling to new heights and even when I can understand him it’s either to drive him somewhere, give him money or to call me fat (he claims that’s because he cares about me. Not buying it.)
And my wife? She doesn’t annoy me. She just wants me to do soooooo many things around the house that I’m neither capable of doing (I’m not handy. Sorry!), nor am even willing to try. That leads to nagging, which leads to me being resentful, and who needs that kind of negativity? I’m a positive person. I like when we go on family trips, I like when we all go out to eat, and I like when we all watch DEXTER together. But that’s about it.
I know you all know I think of work as sanctuary. IT IS!! But it’s not perfect. I have an annoying co-worker or two. Take Tom, for example. Nice guy. Genuinely like him. But…he’s one of those people with a time delay. You know what I mean? Like I’ll ask him a question face-to-face. An easy question like “Can I borrow your stapler?” And it will take him a full five seconds to answer. It really throws off my timing. Pretty bad in person, much worse on the phone. I once had a friend when I was a kid who would never, EVER fill the silence. I once tested him and said nothing over the phone for a full minute. Finally I said “Steve? You still there?” And he answered “Sure” as if nothing was weird. We don’t talk anymore. Or maybe he’s still on hold. But the point is I can deal with the “Toms” at work. Because I can walk away. Or step outside for a smoke. I don’t smoke, but if I needed to take it up to get away from Tom I could. But at home? There really is no escape from the loves of my life. Oh shoot. I just checked. It’s till Saturday.