Remember I told you I’m helping my friend organize her house? That project is still going on and I am over there about 8 hours a week. We’re making great progress but there are still rooms to declutter. Even though this is a friend, I am treating it seriously and professionally, just like any job.
My husband has off from work today to prepare for the garage sale. Last night I was in bed and it was close to midnight so I yelled downstairs for him to come to bed, “Some of us have to go to work in the morning!”. He groaned but we both had a good laugh after all this time that he’s gotten up every day for work while I am usually still in bed.
In my defense, for many years I got up before him. So I’ve tried to get over the guilt. But getting up, showering, drying my hair, putting on make-up, styling my hair, dressing up was foreign to me out of the womb (I am not a girly girl) and it’s even more so now that I’ve gotten out of the habit. Even getting ready for my interview this afternoon I find it hard to believe and remember I did this every day for many, many years.
Anything can become normal and you really can get used to anything.
Except maybe knee highs.
