Have you ever noticed that excitement can feel a lot like nervousness?
My pig-farmer husband is starting his new job today. That is exciting! I am really happy for him (and us) as he is raring to go.
(By the way, we currently do not have pigs, but he is still pig-farmer to me as I watch him work around our 5-acres…and in the house.)
Hubby has two personas. Ag-lender and pig-farmer. “Pig-farmer” came about because a contractor that was remodeling in a building that hubby used to have an office in was only used to seeing him in dressed-up, ag-lender mode. One day, pig-farmer showed up on a brief errand. The contractor didn’t recognize him! (I really need to post pictures…) When the contractor gave him new keys to use, she wrote “pig-farmer” on the key tag; she was so amused by the change-up of appearances.
My nervousness (instead of excitement) is because this job will mean a home-office and a lot of travel. Right now the house is in major disarray because he pulled everything out of a spare bedroom and plopped, piled and stacked said items into the main living areas of the house in order to paint and reorganize. I have managed to keep the kitchen free from the effects of his project, but that is about the only area I was able to salvage from
destruction impact. I am a little nervous (thru past experience) that the home office might never get “finished” and the rest of the house might never return to normal! And I use the word ‘normal’ very loosely, at that.
I might be a tidge nervous about the amount of travel involved. No, not because I am scared when he’s away, but because of his love of pigs. I had to ix-nay any thoughts of restocking our little barn with sows when he accepted this job. At least for awhile. Sows and farrowing piglets is labor-intensive. Hard work never hurt anyone; but when you are trying to do the work by yourself, in the early-morning hours, before going to the job that actually pays money – and in the evening hours, after paying-job, around kids’ schedules, extra curriculars, making supper, washing dishes, doing laundry, attending meetings, etc. then the sows become curse-worthy. This doesn’t even include the emergencies that occur at odd hours and the fact that farrowing baby pigs doesn’t happen on my schedule AND the fact that I can’t “just check on the pigs on your lunch hour” without absorbing their pig-smell into every hair, skin and clothing pore and fiber. My co-workers would not appreciate the scent of eau-de-swine swirling throughout the building.
I’ve also noticed a tidge bit of difference when a husband travels for work compared to when a wife travels for work. I pack at the last minute, after trying to make sure that everyone else’s schedules are planned and accounted for. He packs two days in advance, placing his suitcase in front of my dresser. After all, he doesn’t want it to be in his way… When I travel, groceries are bought pre-trip and at least some of the laundry is complete … and I’m finishing my laundry the morning I am packing. I usually do not make it all the way home before someone calls to ask, “What we are having for dinner?” and “Did you know we are out of milk??!” Oh yes, there was also the time I was driving home from the airport and I received a call from pig-farmer. He was stammering around somewhat. The conversation went something like this:
“Uhm, not that you would … but when you get home … uhm, you may not want …. I mean… you should NOT open the basement door and go down there.”
“Well, you aren’t going to believe this … but when I went down there this morning … there was a possum!”
“What did you do with it?”
“Well, uhm, that’s the thing. I didn’t do anything because she had babies on her …”
“@!#&^@!! ARE YOU SERIOUS? ARE YOU MAKING THIS UP?”
But, I digress. At a later time, I will have to write a blog about the possum-rodeo that resulted …..
Nerves, excitement. Call it what you will. Life is an adventure and I choose to enjoy it. Change is a-happening; but I will still make the coffee!