On days when she’s working,
have the house to myself.
No excuses for shirking,
Get those books off the shelf.
I like peace and quiet,
When I’m doing my thing.
Concentration Required,
For lots of reading.
But when in the house,
I feel I’m fair game,
My incredible spouse,
Just serves to inflame.
I feel myself raging, from within,
As my wife sees me and comes in to chat,
Or I hear her music – an unholy din,
This is something I need to work at.
Okay, I want to explain the poem but straight from the off, I want to say that I understand that this is my problem, it is for me to get my head around, not my wife. I’m not complaining.
As regular readers will know, my wife is a nurse. She works in a doctor’s surgery. So, she has this tidy demarcation – the surgery is “work”, and home is, well “home”. Her space to relax.
For many years, I was the same. “Work” was my office in London, home was “relax”.
In my case, my work required a lot of concentration. It probably says something in the blurb, but my main role was designing computer systems in the finance sector. Yada, yada (wasn’t that a prompt for something the other day?), dull as, but the bottom line, it required a nice, dark room, and plenty of quiet.
Having got back after the stroke (I am too young to consider myself retired, I still want to work), I’ve been building my professional skills once again. I do this from home. Even though I’m no longer working for banks, so the projects I do now are far less grand, I still appreciate that quiet.
So, I’m in a tricky situation. Ideally, I want the place to be silent, but this is my wife’s home, too. Her “relax” space. What’s more, she is the main breadwinner at the moment, her income never used to be important but now, it keeps us afloat.
So I can’t say anything, I have to bite my tongue. When I hear the loud music, I suck it up. When she comes into my workspace on her day off and starts chatting to me, breaking my concentration, I suck it up. But inside, there is this silent “Grrrr”.
Anyway, that’s about as “peeve” as it gets.
Oh, and there was a din in the poem somewhere, to fulfil Fandangs’s One Word Challenge (FOWC).
Mister Bump 
I think living with someone else often requires a bit of sucking it up at times.
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I agree. There’s probably a million little ways I annoy her too, but she lets them go.Despite all these, we recognise that it is better to be together than apart. At least I hope that’s what she thinks 🤣
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Too much so at times.
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“Yada, yada (wasn’t that a prompt for something the other day?), dull as, but the bottom line, it required a nice, dark room, and plenty of quiet.” I loved this! Frustrated a bit? When my husband came home he just wanted to close his eyes and relax. He worked with tiny squiggly lined maps all day, a geophysicist, and it took me years before I realized that I was not going to be entertained.
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Somehow that sounds familiar! Of an evening, we will frequently sit in different rooms because we have different tastes in tv. But we kinda wander to the other person’s room whenever we have something to say 🤣. But generally, I find it easiest to take lunch etc. when my wife comes own for her own lunch, and to work quite regular hours, so that her “downtime” is also my “downtime”.
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You will figure out what to do… Let us know when you do!
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well, the proper solution is for me to get another job, but in the meantime I reckon I have to fit in with her.
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