This has been one of those work weeks that I’m glad is over.

Nothing terrible has happened, per se (yeah, I can use fancy language sometimes!)

It’s just been a lot of driving, a lot of carrying supplies in very windy, cold weather, and what has seemed like non stop standing in front of people speaking.

I mean even I, Shannon Rubio, get tired of talking, believe it or not.

I dragged myself home last night, collapsed for a few minutes, and realized today would not be much better if I didn’t KEEP WORKING, which I did until about 10 pm.

Okay so, Robert has been home for a few days.

For those of you who don’t know, his work schedule has him home for four solid days, and then he leaves and works on a tug boat for four solid days. Sort of like a fireman. Only he’s ain’t putting out fires, he’s running a boat.

Sometimes they can work long hours, in nasty weather and he will come home really tired.

Kinda like Deadliest Catch? Okay, maybe not quite THAT dangerous, or cold, or scary. Yeah, nevermind on that one.

But, he’s on a boat, and sometimes they are up for long hours.

So, the first days he’s home I try to avoid the honey-do lists, cause I know he’s tired.

The second day he’s off, I usually name-drop a chore or two I need help with.

By the third and fourth day he’s home, I’ve got an entire notepad filled. At least it’s filled in my head and I rattle it all off to him as I rush out the door.

So, I FINALLY shut down the computer last night, and kinda knowing what the answer would be, looked at him and said, “um, so, what exactly did you do today?”

I know the weather is bad, the funds are post-Christmas tight, but still….

He got that “Oh hell, here it comes look…”

“Well, I, um…..” Pause. “I got really caught up.”

For a split second I had my hopes up.

Maybe he cleaned out a closet.

Broke out the vacuum.

Folded clothes?

Yeah. And maybe I was damn near delusional.

“I gave the dog her pills.” (Okay? That took about 14 seconds?)

“Well,” he said. “I got all of my Facebook messages caught up.” (Okay, really? REALLY?)

“And OH YEAH!”

(At this point I started to get excited thinking, okay, maybe he really did fold clothes?”)

“I totally cleared off the DVR,” he said proudly, as if he’s just baked 14 dozen chocolate brownies with sprinkles for a class party.

And if it wasn’t bad enough that he said that, the scary part was, HE WAS SERIOUS.

As if giving the dog her steroid juice and clearing off 18 weeks worth of This Stupid Old House could take up an entire day? How is that even humanely possible?

Can ya’ll imagine if your husband showed up after working all day and you said, “I cleared off all my old episodes of The View from the DVR. And oh, while I was doing that I dusted off the couch cushions.”

Next week when he’s home, I’ve decided I might just ask him to reset the microwave clock, that went out last week when our power was off.

Surely that’s equivalent to deleting movies off the DVR for an entire day?

I think this weekend I might just change the remote control batteries.

That outta kill a day or two?

(PS honey, I love you. Thank you for making my coffee this morning, when I was tired and crank about driving for two hours in the cold rain. But, clearing off the DVD player STILL DOESN’T COUNT!)

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