Domesticity, two views

It's slow going without coffee, and no mistake. Decaff provides a convenient illusion, but it sure doesn't help me to spring from my bed.
I have a headache this morning from a new medication I'm on. Once one has a diagnosis, there are wheels that begin turning in the wide world of doctoring. One encounters more medical interference, and not less. It's a function of being Over 40, I guess.

Tim and I are relishing the days this week, because he's going to go back to work. For the past 5 years he's been on a sabbatical from gainful employment. He chose to leave work in order to be Super Dad to his kids after his first wife died, but he always knew he'd go back to work one day. Now that day has come.

He's been looking for a job for the past couple of weeks, and we've been talking a lot about what changes we'll see once he is no longer home all day. I will have to do some work around the house, perhaps. For instance, I will have to get my own decaff in the morning, instead of having it sweetly delivered to me in bed. How shall I cope?

It's been such a treat to have him home all the time. Our marriage has been like a really long date. We do everything in tandem. I like him, a lot. I like his company and his humor, I love that he works so hard, and I have, frankly, loved being spoiled. Our situation has made marriage very easy.

So, I'm curious to see what this new phase will be like. In truth, I am both excited about this new adventure, and a little wistful at the thought of the end of an era. Now, I get to move into June Cleaver mode. I shall bake and wear pearls. See if I don't! My house will always be clean, my children will always be happy, and I will always have fresh lipstick on when my handsome husband sails through the door in the evening.
Tim has been teasing me with a reverse image. He's painted me as a chain-smoking, soap-opera-watching, white-trash who screams at her kids. I'll tie a handkerchief over my unwashed hair and kick the dog. This, I find to be a very amusing image.

Change is around the corner. I don't mind, though. Life with this man is a joy, so I can only imagine that new circumstances will simply reveal new aspects of that.
Once my headache goes away, I'll be downright cheerful about potential change. Until then, I'll see if Tim will refill my coffee cup, so I don't have to get out of bed.