July 2006 Primo has come to Springfield to visit me for the 4th of July weekend. I am happy to see him as always but I don't plan to make any adjustments to my life or anything just because he is here. He always keeps himself busy. Why should now be any different?
We hang out over the weekend. Primo also has Monday and Tuesday (the 4th) off. We have a good time. We take a riverboat cruise. We go to a 4th of July party that my friend Leigh puts together at the last minute and ends up being fabulously fun. Our friend C. announces her intentions to have a baby on her own in two years (after she's paid off her truck) if she hasn't met and married a guy by then, which throws us into a determined panic to find her someone to marry by the deadline as we are all kind of against on-purpose single motherhood.
On Monday and Tuesday, I go to boot camp. I go to boot camp every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. There is a special session on Tuesday. I go because hey, it's more exercise class for my money. Extract every penny of value from something like that is my motto.
I also blog. Every day. I blog every day. Even if Primo is visiting. That is one of my things. I have to blog. People are depending on me. Readers!*
I don't think going to boot camp is such a big deal. It's at 7:00 a.m. on Tuesday, which means that Primo will still be sleeping.
Maybe this is where I should admit that one of the things we argue about is bedtime. And getting up time. Primo likes to go to bed late and get up late. I like to go to bed early because I wake up when the sun comes up, no matter what time I go to bed. If I want nine hours of sleep (and I do) that means early to bed for me. But once I'm awake, I am awake. Wide awake. I want to get out of bed. I have Things To Do. I can't laze around. The chores don't do themselves, you know.
Primo, however, wants me to lie in bed with him and talk and cuddle. He wants me to waste time. He is a Time Waster. I am Efficient.
This is a problem.
So I go to boot camp on Tuesday and am back by 8:15 a.m., plenty of time for us to go to my neighborhood's 4th of July parade. One neighbor invites us to use her pool that afternoon. They're not going to be home, but we are welcome to go and cool off.
Primo wants to go to the pool.
I do not. I don't like recreational swimming. I don't like to be in the sun. But I go and sit in the shade while he is in the water.
I think I am being accommodating.
He thinks I am being difficult.
He starts to sulk that afternoon. I don't understand. Why is he upset? I ask him in an offhand way because I cannot possibly imagine what might be bothering him.
He points out that I had put all my other activities before him. Couldn't be bothered to do the few things he wanted. Got out of bed early on the one day he could really relax because it was a holiday and he didn't have to worry about work building up. Even if he takes vacation, the work is always there, but at least on a national holiday, his American co-workers are taking the day off, too, so there is less work to accumulate. He is furious. He had flown to Springfield to spend time with me, not to be relegated to my, "When I am done with other things" basket.
I am astonished. And puzzled. Because I don't think I am that interesting. I don't understand why someone would want that much of my attention. Why is this such a big deal? I have lived on my own for over 20 years and the idea of worrying about someone else's feelings and making compromises is not part of my emotional vocabulary. OK, yes, my boyfriend before Primo, JT, had made similar complaints, but he lived only a mile from me, so I didn't see him in four-day stretches.
Tearful recriminations. Fear that he will leave. Promises to do better. Panic at the idea of screwing it up and losing him forever. Wondering why it's all such a big deal and then thinking they "why" doesn't matter. What matters is that Primo was upset about it. Considering that maybe I am just a tiny bit obsessive and inflexible and is that a good thing or a bad thing and do I need to change? What happens if I don't? I hate compromise and I hate being flexible. But I sure like having Primo around.
* Even though as I read through my archives, I realize that I am just not that interesting. Yet I am convinced that it is my writing that stands between my readers and despair.
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And you just may be right - you may never know when something you've written changes someone's life. Or not. Writing is something I do for my own sanity.
ReplyDeleteAw, men. They really need our attention. Or else we better fake they are getting our attention. And they think we're high maintainance...
ReplyDeleteMK, I write because I like to write, but I also love to be read. I am a glutton for audience adoration.
ReplyDeleteMaureen, yes, Primo does like my attention! It has been a big change for me - he is an extrovert and I am an introvert. But he is worth it. :)
We would not go all the way to despair without you. But we would be sad. Quite sad.
ReplyDeleteYou ARE that interesting. I keep saying I want to sit down and read a book on the couch and instead I am glued to the computer because I have this whole "book" to read online about the early years of your and SH's relationship. I will buy your official book too and sit on the couch and read that.
ReplyDeleteI probably sound like a stalker but I swear I am harmless. :)
Evelynne, you made my day. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSo, is there a book coming out? And if I've read every post on your blog, will I be bored by the book or will it have bonus extra features, like the CD version of a hit movie? If I read it with 3-D glasses, will something extra pop out at me??
ReplyDeleteAnd am I making you crazy with all my comments on these ancient posts?
Ha! Well, I thought all I had to do was string together the blog posts and voila, I'd have a novel, but I have had to add a lot, so it's not the same as the blog. Plus, I had to change the ending because nobody wants a downer book.
DeleteI hope to someday put it out, but I have had a hard time getting feedback. Friends say they'll read it and then they don't. It's hard for me to be objective after so many times through.
No, you are not making me crazy at all. You are restoring my confidence that maybe my writing doesn't stink.
Gold Digger (response to Alicia) your writing doesn't stink! I stumbled across your blog from another blog I read. Since my stumble, I haven't been able to get anything done because I cannot quit reading! Your writing is great and funny and your characters are identifiable with real people! Like the kind in my life! Keep writing! This is like a great book...can't put it down!
ReplyDeleteOh Janet - you really, really made my day. Thank you so much for your sweet comments. And keep reading! In November, this blog is going to get some major new drama!
DeleteNot only are you interesting; you're also funny -- and memorable: Last night, you and Primo wandered through my dreams. Along with DH, my kids, a few of MY relatives, and some old coworkers.
ReplyDeleteI need to quit reading about drama -- or politics -- before bed.
Logging off for tonight. I'm going to read my knitting boards.
Sneezie
Oh my! I made it into your dreams! That is big time!
DeleteThank you for your nice comments, Sneezie.
You're in good company: If I read a book before sleep, the characters sometimes wander through my dreams. So, you, Primo, Katniss, and Peeta have been recent visitors.
ReplyDeleteYour blog has me reading, long after I should turn off the computer.
How did I miss your nice comment? And who are Katniss and Peeta? Is this something I should read?
DeleteKatniss and Peeta are the heroes of the Hunger Games series -- really excellent books, btw. If you just go by the movie, you think, "meh." But the books are really good.
DeleteOK. I'll put them on my list.
DeleteIt has me reading now for 22 hours straight? Like an execellent Novel I can't put down. I identify with so much that you write. Your Outlaws, and the Narcism... Wow.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I'm sorry you identify with it because I don't wish bad inlaws on anyone, but I keep telling Primo that I could sell my book because most people, if they don't have bad inlaws themselves, know someone with bad inlaws. So it's one of those universal experiences!
DeleteI don't know if this will help you to smile, but I have been reading your blog from post 1 for 8 of the last 10 hours. And it is now 04.00. Bad reader! =P
DeleteAh, thanks! I just now saw this comment! For some reason, blogger is no longer emailing me notifications. I am way behind!
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