If y’all are wondering why I’m actually blogging and keeping up with Facebook so well, it’s because I’ve been deserted. There’s no one to laugh at my jokes, and team up against the kids with me. I am husbandless. I lost him to the basement only a few short weeks ago. Sometimes I step down into his lair and offer him food in exchange for facetime, but I think he finds me far less interesting than the plumbing, concrete, and general dirtiness of the basement---things which he knows I abhor.
My killer of spiders and maker of cream of wheat has a vision. He sees a world where children don’t roam underfoot. Where children are banished to the basement and tempted with Netflix so that mom and dad can pretend to have a date night upstairs, which isn’t interrupted with comments like, “Daddy, am I allowed to say, ‘Dammit?’” (Ooops. Must have learned it from the neighbourhood kids.)
Clint and I have been working together all day every day for 2 years now. So when he’s gone during the day, I feel quite like a fish out of water. I’m not sure what to do. We usually have our morning meeting with coffee and a little reading, and then we retreat to the office. We both spend an hour in the office in the morning while Dora a qualified babysitter watches our kids. Then one of us comes out to handle the house and kids, and the other stays behind to work on real estate, depending on what needs to be done for the day.
But now we have our morning meeting, and then Clint retreats to the basement, and I’m left all alone to fend for everything everywhere. This has left me rather paralysed on the home front. I start tasks everywhere and then wander onto something else. Back in the day when I was doing real estate on my own, I used to have to be on my game 24/7. Every phone call, spreadsheet, MLS search, and tour was carefully booked inbetween naps. When that wasn’t possible, the office door would be closed and when crying and screaming would occur and clients would say, “Is everything OK over there?” I’d be like, “What? I don’t hear anything. Must be on your end.”
So here is to the new era of #husbanddesertion2012. It is filled with half-cleaned kitchens, random MLS sheets on my desk, and forcing myself to re-learn webforms.
(During the desertion I’ve had time to Google what the appropriate use of the hash tag is. I feel special).
The Vanderveen Team
Maxwell South Star Realty
Phone: 403.253.5678 Fax: 403.592.6736