It has been a busy busy time in our house, which is new to all of us.  Pedram and I have been running around, both stressed with work and other commitments, and Rusby is trying to figure out what happen to the “lets all chill on the couch and rub dog’s belly” time that we used to dedicate at least 10 minutes a night before.  This week he barely gets any belly rubbing time and alot more “please-poop-already-I-am-going-to-be-late!” exasperation.  Poor puppy.  I plan to spend the entire weekend rubbing his belly and feeding him pig ears.

When we are both busy, we have to plan to do household chores and walk the dog separately, with one person leaving the house at dawn, and in exchange the other can work well into the night.   I am sure many people have experienced this with roommates, the feeling like you know someone else lives in your house, but only from a mysterious plate in the sink, or the surprising thrill of finding the toothpaste in the bathroom replaced.

The days are endless, but at the same time too short, and oh-so tiring.  Then droopy eyed and exhausted, we crawl into bed, often too riled to sleep, to anxious about remaining tasks, updating each other about our lives, rambling to-dos for the next day.  And sometimes with one eye half open, I notice that something I had been ignoring for the last month, trying to forget it exists, has now spurned into a full-on infraction.  I am too weary to begin a rant explaining my position, too drained to put up a fight or do something about it myself.   Spent of all energy, I mumble a small request.

“hey buddy, do you want to shave this month?”

This is not the man I married