Thursday, December 2, 2010
Me: Well, I'm officially exhausted. [tosses the saddle over a chair, plops onto couch]
Bob: I'll make some decaf. I see the dishwasher has not been unloaded. Did you clean the catbox today?
Me: No. I left the house at 7:30am, haven't been back. I'll get it in the morning.
[Silence, except for the sound of coffee brewing and Bob unloading the dishwasher. Then...]
Bob: You need a hobby.
Me: What are you talking about? I have the horses!
Bob: No, the horses are a job. You need a hobby.
What can I say? Bob is right. Horses are like a second job -- but it's a job I love to do, and I can't imagine doing anything else. Bob, who's making the coffee and unloading the dishwasher at midnight, is asking me to start questioning. He's uncharacteristically subtle, which gets my attention more than an outright complaint.
One of the uncomfortable things about getting married late in life is that there is someone around to witness your quirky but well-established lifestyle. And sometimes they pass judgement on it. The horses, the eating habits, the blogging, Bob's got opinions on all of it. I'm listening, but I don't want to change.
What about you guys? Do you have a better work/life/horse balance? How do you do it? How does your spouse respond?
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