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It’s fair to say that I do my share of sticking my foot in my mouth. But, there are some people on this earth that do it and don’t even realize that they are being total freakizoids… Yes. I said freakizoids.
So, my husband’s new schedule has meant that he is gone three nights a week until 10pm. The other days he is gone from 630am until 3pm. We have some truly, and our only, romantic time at 3pm when we meet at our son’s school and we walk from our cars (which we parked very romantically next to each other) to our son’s school playground to pick him up at which time I hand off our daughter and the still unfinished to-do list and turn right back around and make my way back to my car at 315pm - which is when I shlepp off to work. Yeah. It’s loads of fun.
As I was divulging this information to one of my girlfriends the other day at pickup she said, and I’m not kidding you, “God, aren’t you scared that, with that kind of schedule, your husband might get all lonely and hook up with one of his students?”.
Ok. Um, what? Yes, my husband is a college professor. But, no, that does not mean he tries to hook it up with his students. And it is completely beside the point that I used to be one of his students. COMPLETELY beside the point. And, exactly, what was my response supposed to be to that? “Oh, yeah, we’re totally cool with each other like that - you know, I don’t want to hold him down….” - wait, wait, sorry, I just puked in my own mouth a little just from typing it!
I dunno. I just wonder what would have to possess me to say something like that to someone about their husband. I am completely aware that men think about sex like 75% of the day but I would never, ever, have the audacity to challenge someone’s marriage like that. The reality is that, even despite our ridiculous schedule right now, our marriage is stronger than ever. Infidelity is low on my list of concerns. My husband is more concerned with getting time alone in his studio with his little clay sculptures than he is, any day, of getting in some little tart’s pants. Of course I trust my husband. I wouldn’t have married him if I didn’t. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and try to break into his work email - you know, just to see how he’s doing today…