Husband trials

Tomorrow my parents are going away together for two weeks.

This is the first time since I was born they have ever gone for a long holiday without me. That’s 21 years of always having me tagging along. I think they’re quite looking forward to it, actually. But I can guarantee that they are not looking forward to it as much as me.

I love my parents, I really do. But since March, my Mum has been home pretty all day every day. As have I. This is not conductive to a good relationship. I need some time away from her.

Time away from my parents is, however, going to be more time with Garry. We see each other every day anyway, but now he’s pretty much moving into my house for two weeks and we are going to have to do absolutely everything — all cooking, all cleaning, all dog duties, all locking up, all tea making, everything. We’ve never been alone together for this amount of time before. Whilst this is something I’m very much looking forward to, it’s undeniably a wee bit daunting.

We’ve been together for two and a half years on the 21st October. That’s quite a long time for someone my age (well, I think it is anyway). We spend an awful lot of time together, so I’m not too worried about being with him as much as I will be in the next two weeks, it’s just whether or not we’ll cope with the added stress of having to run a household together.

Meh. Maybe I should consider this husband trials. See if he does half of the housework or not. We’re talking about doing things like having a dinner party and pretending to be proper grown ups. This is either going to be two weeks of playing at adulthood or the two most stressful weeks of my life. I’ll let you know.