RJ’s been in Oregon for the past week and a half. This is the longest we’ve gone without seeing one another since we’ve been married.
At first, I thought, “Okay, neat! It’ll be like an adventure where I get to be a strong, independent woman who does strong, independent woman things!”
As he was flying last Tuesday evening, I made my way to Trader Joe’s to stock up on necessities, just like a hip, strong, independent woman would do. Like a bunch of salads for lunch. Greek yogurt to make onion dip. A huge thing of spinach to make green smoothies in the morning. Cherries. Black seedless grapes. S’mores ice cream sandwiches? I think I need those. Regular ridge cut chips and horseradish cheddar ridge cut chips? Well, of course! I need variety, right? And not one, but two frozen pizzas. Because pizza! Ooh, those Marsala burgers look fantastic too…better grab those. Oh yes, and a bottle of wine. Because nothing screams “strong independent woman” like a woman who drinks by herself. (Did I mention that I went grocery shopping while I was hungry?)
Wednesday morning, I began my first official day as a strong, independent woman. After hitting snooze a couple of times, I stumbled down the street to walk Daisy. Goodness, does she really have to pee and poop every day? Like, RJ really walks her every day? And really?! She gets to be picky and choosy about where she does her business? Holy crap, Daisy, just go poop, you’re just a dog!
When we got back, Daisy just sat and stared expectantly at me with those puppy dog eyes. What does she want? Wait…is this when RJ usually feeds her? She probably needs water too…right?
Usually, while I get ready for work, RJ prepares a green smoothie and coffee for me for breakfast. Well, since he wasn’t around, I had to do it all by myself, like a strong, independent woman would. And so I fumbled around with the Vitamix. How much of what goes where, when? And I have to clean it afterwards? Ugh. Annoying.
Needless to say, after fumbling around with my morning smoothie and cleaning the Vitamix, I decided to just wait until I got to work to get my generic morning coffee, since RJ freshly grinds the coffee beans for me every morning. Ain’t nobody got time for that. Wait…but who’s going to pack my lunch?
So my normal morning routine usually takes 30 minutes. The first morning, it took me an hour and a half. I was an hour (more) late to work (than I usually am). Geez, being a strong, independent woman isn’t so easy after all.
Don’t worry, I streamlined my routine a little bit. By the end of the week, it was only taking an hour for me to get ready, walk Daisy, grab a pre-made smoothie, and pack my lunch, making me only a half an hour late to work each day.
The first week went well. I was able to fill it with a lot of evening dinner plans with friends, like a hip, strong, independent woman would. My lunches were all set with the salads I bought from Trader Joe’s. I even got to meet a celebrity! (More on that later)
Though my workouts were seriously derailed, since there was no one physically in the home to keep me from lying on the couch for the rest of the night with a glass of wine and a dog by my side. And also, with RJ away, someone had to pick up around the house. I mean, I just thought it stayed clean naturally. I didn’t think he was actually cleaning during the day too. And seriously, they expect you to take out the trash every week? And recycling?? And put liners back in the trash cans?? Ugh, how annoying that I need to do this myself.
Luckily, I had a break from being a strong, independent woman over the weekend, when I went down to San Diego to visit family. There, my sister, who just pushed a baby out of her vagina, cooked for me. I was also spoiled by family for my birthday. Man, being a strong, independent woman is tough!
The second week has been a little tougher. The grocery store is just so far, you guys. I have to drive there myself and pick the food and pay for it. It’s just been too much. So I just started eating whatever is left over in the fridge and pantry. You know. Chips. Grapes. Leftover birthday cake. Healthy stuff like that. Mmmmm, if only RJ were here, maybe he’d make that chicken tikka masala…
And wait, the laundry bin is full…but…it’s never full…how do I…ohhhh. I have to wash my clothes now. But the garage is too far. And I have to open the garage by myself since it’s not automatic, and it’s too heavy. Maybe I can get by without doing laundry until RJ gets back…ugh, no, I don’t want to be the smelly kid at work. Fine. Wait, it’s trash day again??
All this to say, I can survive without RJ. But he sure makes it a lot easier for me to thrive. And it’s taken him being away for so long for me to fully appreciate all that he does for me on a daily basis.
Buddy. We miss you. You make me a better woman, in the way that you love me and in the way that you serve me, so that I can be the best “me” possible. I’m thankful to adventure through life with you.
Happy early anniversary!
And come back home. I’m hungry.