Lately Husband and I have been like two high speed trains passing each other under a suburban sky. I think we saw each other sometime in early July.
First, we had the big kitchen renovation, which might as well have been a hiatus given the tip toeing we (wisely) did around one another.
Then, in late July, he was gone for almost two weeks to the big Oshkosh, Wisconsin fly-in. He returned to find me packing for New York City for my version of a fly-in – BlogHer10 (the mega female blogging event) for four days.
I got back just in time to start a week-from-hell at work. I’m working on a grant research project that has my nose either stuck in a book or pressed against a computer screen for weeks on end. (Why I thought I could run a public relations firm and conduct a project the equivalent of earning one’s PhD at the same time, I’ll never know.)
Between my travel, my work load and our renovation, I’m surprised I still have a husband.
But, here is marriage’s dirty little secret: sometimes it is good to be apart.
Husband is the sweetest. I mean, right now, he is downstairs cleaning the kitchen and loading the dishwasher. (Of course, this also may be because he believes he does it better. An idea I am willing to promote, by the way.)
But, still there is something to be said about “alone time.” Not to mention all the fun things you can do with Husband while away. Like sexting. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, not to mention all other body parts.
And, there are some things that are just plain better alone. Like full and complete control of the thermostat. I’ve written about this before (ad nauseum to some of you, I am sure). The truth is I only get real control when I travel.
The first thing I do when I enter a hotel room is open the curtains. But, that’s just so I can see the thermostat in better light. Then, I always – and I mean always —turn it down. The world and I do not see eye to eye on “room temperature.”
During my trip to New York last week, the world may have taken a stand. Well, at least the NYHilton. In fact, Husband and Hilton may have been in cahoots.
A valve inside the wall behind the thermostat thingee was stuck to “open.” This meant the control part didn’t work. This meant the A/C just stayed on and on and on and on. This meant it was 58 degrees in my room. (The engineering guy had a gizmo that told us this.)
Props go to the Hilton for sending engineering up right away, of course. They could hear the teeth shattering on the line. (The Hilton also offered to send up a heater until it could be fixed.)
It took three trips by engineering and about two days for me to feel my toes again regain full control. Of course, it was almost time to leave by then. At this point, I couldn’t wait to get back into bed with Husband for some snuggle time.
In fact I sexted him right away from the airport baggage carousel when I landed. “Where are you? Meet me in bed. I’ll be the naked blond under the covers.” Husband obeyed the sext and all was well. Well, at least for 24 hours.
The weatherman now tells us that Central Virginia is to reach at least 100 degrees, if not 105 degrees, this week.
Great.
There goes the control. And, the snuggling.
Tis in the 50′s here in Medford, Oregon this morning and I am freezing. They say it will hit triple digits the day we leave, Monday for Virginia, where I understand it has been and will finally get OUT of the triple digits. Daytime in Oregon is like an upstate NY summer day! Glad to see you are home, and can’t wait to catch up on your incredible life.
Away from hubby who calls regularly just to remind me he loves me.
Yes.
They dragged kids to bloggers’ convention? C’mon…..There are places that are just NOT kid-conducive…A professional conference is one of them.
I dodged a few strollers. But, it was a female blogging convention, so the mommy bloggers came with their little ones. I felt like one of the “older” bloggers there, as so many bloggers seem to be in their late 20s/early 30s. Or maybe they just take really, really good care of themselves and they just looked younger than me.
Suzanne, I was at some of the same writing sessions as you were. I’m so glad you stood up and talked about the 40 something person. It was good to hear that in a sea of Pampers.
And I like my away time with hubby too. It keeps this interesting!
Thanks, Meg! Someone had to balance out the youngins’.
Next year I hope there are more adults-without-kids in tow.
For the record, it hit 100 degrees in Germany once. Must have been back in 2003 when I thought global warming meant Germany would be warm.
It isn’t!
When menopause hits, I am in BIG trouble!
LOL!
You must have gotten all of MY cold air – the a/c broke and we were sweltering in my Hilton room!! What a crappy hotel!
Agreed!
it is nice to have some time away… becuase the excitment of seeing eachother builds! and i love that you and hubby sext eachother.
Did you hit the Eden Fantasys party at BlogHer??? lots of fun swag to take home!
I missed that party. But, it sounds right up my alley. I did come home with lots of swag. Husband was stunned. But, in a good way.
That hotel room sounds like heaven to me. I am always dying of the heat.If I could live in a climate controlled world of 62 I would be a happy person! My SO is always freezing when he is at my house. LOL
Husband would faint (from joy) if I let the thermostat sit at 62!
I can’t even imagine 58 degrees in that hotel room. My room was set at 70 and I was shivering!!!
I couldn’t believe it, but Mr. Engineer showed me the temp guage he was holding. I knew I was freezing for a reason!