I have a question for the other married folks here. Do you sometimes wish you weren't married? Or am I the only one?
Sometimes - like last night, at 10:40 p.m., which was at least 40 minutes past when I had wanted to have my lights out, when I am lying in bed waiting for Primo, who is telling me he will be just one more minute, I wish I were still single and in control of my life and in control of my bedtime.
I treasure my sleep.
I don't feel well if I don't get enough sleep.
But I am married to a night owl who thinks there is merit in going to bed at the same time, a belief I think is without merit. I don't care if we go to bed at the same time. I just want to get enough sleep.
But he wanted me to wait for him and then it was "just one more minute" for almost an hour.
I thought to myself, "I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you. I want to sleep and you're keeping me from it."
Am I the only person who thinks this about the person she loves?
I had already spent the weekend working on the damn campaign: data entry, delivering yard signs to volunteers, delivering postcard blanks to a volunteer and explaining what needed to be done, starting to cook for the fundraiser, and then, to top it all off, spending two hours doing doors in the rain.
I had earned my sleep.
Primo needed to get the invitation out for the fundraiser next week.
How complicated can it be to write an invitation?
Quite, if you are Primo blesshisheart.
The qualities that make him absolutely maddening to work with as a spouse on a time-sensitive project are the qualities that will make him a good legislator: he is obsessive about the details and will not be rushed into releasing an imperfect product.
I like that in a legislator: I want our government to take a long, long, long time to make laws. I don't want more laws, so the more they delay, the better for us. How many laws does a country need, anyhow?
But this slow deliberation is crazy making for getting an invitation out. Plus he wants my involvement in deciding is the spacing right? Oh, that period has to go! That shouldn't be a comma! There should be a comma there!
Exasperated, I told him that nobody was going to grade him on this - that all that was necessary was to get the information out before the party actually started. People need more than five minutes notice of an event.
It took him two hours to compose the invitation and review the email list and finally hit "send."
I was ready to divorce him.
Am I normal? Or is this a huge problem?