The Sugarbabe and I work together. At one point it had it's pros and cons, now it's mostly neutral. We see each other in passing, sometimes we visit each others desks to check in on the day or relay information about Thing1 and Thing2.
It only becomes a con when we fight about work.
Not that either of us are in a position to affect any sort of change but we both have our ideals and visions about where we think things should go and sometimes they don't always match up. Or sometimes one of us has a bad day so we want to vent but because the other knows the people we work with we somehow feel it necessary to defend those people.
But I digress.
So The Sugarbabe tells me he won't be home right after work, he is going over to his parents. I, of course, am very grateful because I have homework I need to do and would appreciate the time alone.
"I'm just going to leave right after work."
"Okay, cool. I have a bunch of homework I need to work on and I prefer when you aren't there. I get distracted when you're home."
He gives me the inquisitive, one-eyebrow raise.
"You know, that's the only reason things get done around the house; I'm trying to avoid doing homework. 'Oh, the laundry needs done!' or 'Wow, the toilet is disgusting.' and my favorite 'I should reorganize Thing2's closet.'"
"So what are you going to do when you're done with school and don't have any homework to do? Are things not going to get done?"
Fair question.
I have no idea.
At my age I like to think I have enough personal motivation to do important adult things like laundry and dishes and grocery shopping but I somehow find myself putting those things off and silently judging myself for it.
"You should really get up and go to the store. We're out of milk."
"Well, yea, but there's a marathon of Property Brothers and I don't think I've seen the beginning of this episode."
"But you saw the last 45 minutes of this episode two weeks ago."
"Yea, but I missed the first 7."
Pretending to be an adult has it's perks...but it just means you're buying milk at 9:00 PM because no one else is going to do it. That's something you never worry about when you're 9; there's always something for breakfast.
And when there isn't, mom takes you out for donuts.
Or at least that's what I do because it's Wednesday I've had two glasses of wine by 10:00.
