A blaring alarm clock at the break of dawn, jolting you awake & out of your comfortable mass of blankets on your cozy bed. Stumbling into the bathroom to shower & brush teeth, dressing & all the other necessities of the morning before rushing out the door to commute to jobs in dreary offices. . .
Or is it a “flexible” retail schedule that has your alarm clock going off at various times on different days each week? Yeah. “Flexible.” As if you really have all that much flexibility. . . In retail, the flexibility is for upper management; let's be real.
Maybe it's something more back-breaking. . . Something like construction, where you are going to work to sweat your ass off anyway, so you can skip the shower in the morning, saving it for later.
Either way, after a hard day's work, there's usually more rushing around to get dinner started. . . Maybe there are children that need to be coaxed into doing homework or chores — or to just not kill each other. . . Then, you might get to sit on your couch for a short while to stare at the television before going back to bed to get up to do it all over again. . .
Yeah. Not me.
After a “hard” day of work, I do more “work.” Okay. It's not really work. Well, kinda.
I am what many call a “housewife.” I am not a stay-at-home mom — at least not in my book; I might stay home & I might be a mom, but my children to not live here — not full-time & certainly not on a regular basis. Some like the term “housespouse” since it is gender neutral. Eh. Whatevs. It's the same to me.
The handsome husband busts his ass to provide for us financially. I get to be a full-time student; I just finished the first of what I anticipate will be about five years towards earning my bachelors degree. The school year is over right now, though. . . So, I don't even have school WORK to occupy my time. . .
Instead, I have housework. Yuck. But, I suck at it. . . & I don't do it as often as I think I should (or as often as I think the handsome husband wishes I would, for that matter). BUT, the fact of the matter is, I do it because he deserves that extra bit of effort — especially now that school is out for the summer for me.
So, there is no “after a hard day's work” for me. . . Since I despise it so much & because I am blessed to have the opportunity to do it in my own time, in my own way, in my own home, I do bits & pieces throughout the day. I get up & start my coffee & load &/or unload the dishwasher & wipe down kitchen counters of any mess left from the day before. When my coffee is done, I read some blogs or watch a show or write & sip my coffee leisurely. Each time I need to warm up my mug, I will pick up something or pause to start or swap loads of laundry. . .
It's not a huge block of time; it is small moments of time, peppered throughout the day. So, “after a hard day's work,” I've also had a relaxing (& maybe even productive) day of doing things I also like to do. . . Most of the time anyway. 😉
Thank you, handsome husband for being so supportive; I know not everyone has this luxury. I am blessed.
Check out Kristi of Finding Ninee‘s (our host) Finish the Sentence Friday post here & Michelle of Crumpets and Bollock‘s (our co-host) here; at the bottom of each of their posts, you can click to see all the other blog hop participants' entries. This week's sentence was “After a hard day's work. . . “