That Thing Where Brett Stunts My Progress

When Brett left for however long to go to Africa, I got heaps done around the house. All of us present at the time remarked on my productivity. What was this new leaf I had turned? Then Brett came home and I went back to being a slug, struggling to complete everyday tasks. 

This trip was no different. My calendar burst at the seams with options and accomplishments. I took on small projects for a couple nonprofit organizations, applied for a job and had a first interview, painted all the trim in the house, redid the patio floor, hosted a social hour for my volunteer group, walked the dogs twice each day, and still managed to cook myself proper meals (right up until the end there). I wasn't even watching TV at night. I was reading - like an adult would be doing!

Then Brett came home. And oh how I wanted him home. Life is so bland without him. But that first day, he woke up and set about how he wanted to use his day and I found myself becoming increasingly irritated. The sensation shocked me and I had to retreat into my sticky inner-workings to figure out why I was annoyed that precious, peaceful, wonderful Brett's presence was present. 

"Hey, you wanna walk the dogs?" he asked, innocently.
I did not want to walk the dogs. I already had a dog walking schedule going and his suggestion felt like an attack on the highly effective dog strategy I had been using for two weeks. I'm not a morning person and don't like to participate in physical activity before breakfast. He knows this about me. Why would I want to walk the dogs? Has he even considered me? Doesn't he know we can take care of this later? 

Who is this bitter Lue? So I said yes, and we walked the dogs but I stayed privately mad the whole time. Don't be mad at him, he's just getting tasks done. Don't you want him here? Of course I do! Well then stop being grumpy!

My calendar was suspiciously empty all the days ofter the one marked 'Brett Home!' I flipped back to the pages from the last two weeks and combed through the chaotic scribbles to look for jobs to do, anything I may have missed. But there was nothing. Meanwhile, Brett was very busy. He had to unpack, catch up on work emails, visit his parents, pickup something from somewhere. He even went surfing one morning. And I followed him around; running errands, grocery shopping, sitting bundled up on the windy beach while he surfed, scrolling instagram while he had a quick work call, but I was stupefied. Angry at my unreasonability. Thrilled to have Brett home. Disgusted with my vanishing drive. I retreated back to my sticky inner-workings. 

"Why you mad?" I asked myself.

Because I was handling everything fine; quickly, easily, on my own schedule and now everything takes twice as long and has extra obstacles. But surely that's just the price of living with another human; spouse or otherwise. It's not a reflection of marrying a doofus.

Ok, so why are you doing nothing now that he's home? 

Because I don't want to be busy when he might be available to go play. And because he'll have lots of opinions on how I go about painting the trim or redoing the patio. He's liable to mansplain, my own project to me. Because I can't really deep focus when he's always coming around asking questions ("Do we have any quarters anywhere? Have you seen my glasses? What day do I have jury duty?") or running his plans past me for confirmation, and suggesting we walk the dogs or run some errands now before his 11:00 call or his 3:00 appointment. Because I do want to do those things with him when we can! Because I love him!

I continued mulling and came up with this pathetic thesis statement:
"If my desire is to spend as much time with him as possible, which it is, then I need to operate around his schedule." Hence my empty calendar and inability to things when he's around. I scoffed at this, hating it for multiple reasons. What am I, a schoolgirl with a crush? 

"I'm not obsessed with you," I told him with a sting in my voice. He looked up from his book at where I sat, perched on a stool watching him.
"What?"
"I like having you around. I don't need you around. I'm better without you. You hold me back."

"Ok?"

So, the romantic summary is that I will forgo all my wants and needs in a day for 10 minutes with Brett. 

The reality-based summary is that I probably need to set boundaries for myself. 

Surely I'll get over him soon, right? 

Scenes from Japan

The Big One is wrapping up a two week stay, bouncing from Tokyo to Osaka to Kyoto. He and Erik have curated a unique adventure by having loose ideas of things they'd like to do, surrounded by the whims of the day. They have had continuous grey weather. Quite cold (lots of snow) and quite rainy. Fortunately they are both bright-eyed, optimistic types so it hasn't stopped them from making the most of it. 

The fun bit is that I can see Brett's location through his phone. So at any point during my evening, I can look at a map of town and see that they have visited such and such museum, or are dining at this establishment. One time I checked it and they were at a barber shop. They seem to explore a town with no logistical strategy. In a six hour span, they've hit parts of town in all cardinal directions. There's no, "let's go to this part of town today, and go to the west side tomorrow." It's seems more likely that they are looking for attractions while eating lunch. "There's a sumo experience an hour away!" So onto the train they go, and I receive photos like this:

I receive email updates on their trip around noon my time. This is when they have come back to their hotel for the day and are winding it down. Brett's captain's log will be abundant but vague. "We were cold so we went to a hot spring - I've got a story to tell you about that. Then we found a great hole in the wall sushi joint!" Sometimes I write back an adrenaline filled report about my quiet life here with the pets, but other times I just wait to see when I'll hear from him - like the olden days of carrier pigeons. "I doth wonder on the whereabouts of my beloved." Then I'll churn butter a hope not to die an old maid.

They did go get their hair cut...together. They've visited temples, shrines, and museums. They have hiked in the mountains, taken some tours, taken a cooking class, gone to a baseball game, but mostly, they are eating things. Lots and lots of eating. I mostly get pictures of food. "You won't believe this miso soup! It's the best I've ever tasted. Nothing like what we get at home."

Pre and Post haircuts. I'll allow that Erik needed it.

My life here without him has been very quiet and extremely repetitive. Living alone really makes you realize how many of the exact same actions you take everyday. Here I am eating again. Let's check the mail again. Oh look, more dishes. 

This is all the same even when he's here, but I guess it's the talking out loud to someone that makes it so fun. 

I can't wait to see him!