I Quit My Job 4 Years Ago; NOW Look What I'm Doing
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| Tell it like it is, Fickle Pickle Fun |
He has been gone until 3:15 for about a week-and-a-half now, and I've rather been enjoying it. Perhaps this is because I don't have time to miss him due to how busy I've had to be: Bee and I have one last, big show to do next weekend, and we were sorely low on product. As a result, it's been a huge relief to have several extra hours to work in the shop. Now we're all caught up, plus I've cleaned the kitchen before Mr. C gets home and just in time for Bee to re-trash it when he makes dinner.
Not that I'm complaining to be married to a man who insists on cooking.
(But I am complaining about the mess it makes.)
The other great news is that Mr. C does not need glasses, after all. An interesting development from his eye exam, though, is the discovery that he's color blind. I find this fascinating, as -- aside from mixing up blue and purple when he was younger -- Mr. C has never shown any trouble distinguishing colors.
I understand that my idea of "red" might look more "brown" to him, but he doesn't seem to show that. In fact, I went to a website that will show you a page as a normal (a "color-enabled"?) person sees it and then the same page as a color-blind person sees it; Mr. C could differentiate all the colors in a colorwheel on the color-enabled page, but they all looked mustard-yellow to me on the color-blind page. See it for yourself at http://archimedes-lab.org/colorblindnesstest.html.
Is it pathetically ironic or just telling that his favorite color is "rainbow"?
The worst part about his color-blindness is that he can't be a pilot. I'm not saying, mind you, that he's ever had any desire to be one. I'm just saying that it's hard, as a parent, to already be given limitations on what your little man can grow up to be.
Beyond all that, life is good. Once we finish our show this weekend, Bee and I should be able to relax much more. However, don't think I won't be busy; oh, no! I have taken it upon myself to start a Cub Scout pack for our neighborhood. The ironic thing is that I'm doing this out of laziness: I don't want to drive Mr. C 10 minutes to the next-nearest pack meeting. Instead, it makes more sense to me to spend hours . . . no, days . . . no, weeks fanatically obsessing over the program!
It turns out to be a lot more-involved than I expected; but -- on the bright side -- this means I get to create lists and flow charts and calendars up the wazoo! I get to research lesson plans and meet with District personnel to my heart's content! I finally get an established reason to Be In Charge! Let Her Bossiness rejoice!!
Bee is already sick of me, and we haven't even had our first den meeting. In fact, we haven't even had our orientation meeting to get the kids for the first den meeting. So, I don't actually even know if anyone will sign up, and if we'll even have a pack.
But I'm not letting such a trivial detail get in my way.
Bee is trying to be supportive, despite the fact that Cub Scouts -- or any organized activity for that matter -- is never something he's had any desire to do. I think he was a Boy Scout for about 2 days, at which point he skipped the church's troop meeting to run around its catacombs and "bowl" with the cans of food collected for the needy. He didn't even bother to pretend contrition on learning of his dismissal from the troop.
Despite his apathy towards the Scout program, he's trying to be accommodating. For instance, he didn't freak out too much when he realized that Cub Scout meetings will mostly be held at our house. Also, he has helped with categorization by coining the term "cubby" for my Cub Scout activities. As in, "What are you doing tonight? More cubby stuff?" Or, "Are you going cubby again?"
Keep in mind that "going cubby" also refers to what happens at 2 a.m. when you've been online for 4 hours looking up Pack Committee Protocols and you JUST CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.
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