Specifically "you got to know when to hold 'em and know when to fold 'em" that is the approach I am taking with Bubba -- I have folded. After all we all know the definition of insanity is to repeat the same action again and again and expect a different result. I have nagged and argued and whatever and the answer is the same, I'm an accountant this is my life. Fab-o buddy boy you want to do nothing but work - knock yourself out. Good impression - sure honey pie impress away. Longer commute - hold the fricking phone. I've been doing the VA commute for probably 15 out of the 20 years we've lived here - that card don't play at all homey.
I have determined that I will no longer care how long, involved or whatever he works be it in a temporary position or otherwise. Oh yeah you're getting paid for it -- whoopee. Yes it is nice but when you're never home to enjoy it - what the devil is the point? Right? I knew you'd agree with me.
SO... my stress reducing philosophy is this: I work when I have to and do what I have to do and eat my dinner when I get home - and his will be waiting for him. Don't care what time you get home, 6 Pm, Midnight - don't matter to me anymore. I am tired of trying to force conversation, time, whatever - oh so done.
What, you may ask brought about this change? It was really a smack in the head yesterday. It was a Federal Holiday - traffic those days are a dream - I love driving into work on Federal Holidays.. me and 4 other shulbs who have to work... and we're happy about it. Anyway... I had to work late due to software release, this occurs about once every six weeks, they are scheduled, and his royal butthead is made aware of these dates and times - I used to have to travel but as things have gotten better in VA I no longer get to enjoy cranky via phone and another time zone. And I've wandered agian ... I called darling work-a-holic and mentioned this bit of news, he said he was still working and would be doing so until at least 7 PM. I left work at 7:15 I called for a location and ETA home... he was still at work and expected another 30 minutes. My comment? "Cheesy Rice" only the not so nice version. He hung up on me. There boys and girls was the pan across the bow my brain. So as I zipped home I asked myself, "self? Why do you care? You can pay the kid next door for puppy issues, you do the cooking - why are you doing this to yourself? Self - wake up and smell the OCD."
And I did, several phone calls and round and round arguments later -- I made my decision. This is nuts and it will stop. I will no longer care what time his royal highness arrives home - and I will no longer nag/ask/worry/care - of the arrival time or any other issue related to his arrival time home. I think I have proven time and time again - life runs smoother without his issues to tend to - so we're going to deal with my stuff and have a roommate - without the division of labor and expenses. Oh - and the dirty glass leaver.
Now what I find funny is this morning he attempted to tell me what time he "might" be home tonight. I informed him "I don't care" and he continued to talk! I went to the shower. This should be fun.... and smirking in the shower was permitted - he couldn't see it. The facts remain the same - banging your head against the brick wall that is Bubba is like teaching a pig to sing, it only wastes your time and annoys the pig.
I'm done annoying the pig. Let the evening Zen begin.
So today's lesson and homework assignment boys and girls? Find that thing you do over and over again and stop it -- find your small piece of bliss. I have.
Now let's see what he does to screw with this... because we all know he'll find a away...
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