On My Own

This is my first time blogging from the bedroom – Elle is in the …um, the living room/kitchen/den/entertainment room/guest room/non-bedroom, with her castmates, running lines for the play she ’s in that opens at the end of the month.  The castmates were our dinner guests – I got to play house husband today, being entertaining while Elle did the cooking.  We’ve been switching off with cooking-for-company duties, and tonight she took it on since it was her idea.

Being in the bedroom blogging is my idea.  It’s my self-imposed exile, both so I can catch up on some writing and so I don’t ruin the surprise of hearing Elle’s script before opening night.  At first I brought in a chair for myself, but then I realized the bed would be a LOT more comfy, so now I’m mad stylin’ in sublime comfort.

Computer in my lap, wine by my side, foam mattress under my butt – all I need is Elle with me, and I’ve got it made.  Oh, and a really good sandwich.

My schedule has been very different from Elle’s, of late.  It’s kind of a first for our relationship.  We have the same job, the same improv company, the same a-lot-of-stuff.  Our schedules seldom match exactly, but pretty close.

Now, she has a volunteer gig and a show, I’m doing a lot of late-night writing and a lot of stuff at Landmark Education, and suddenly our work schedules are different.  I’ve been off for three days, now, while she’s had stuff to do pretty much from dawn to dusk and beyond, all three days.

I’d almost rather I was the one staying busy, while she was having time off, but she gets stir crazy sooner than I do so maybe it’s for the best that I have the free time.  I’ve been using a lot of it for freelancing, anyway.  Productive.  …That and the DVD player, and Facebook.  But lots of freelancing, honest.

I miss my girl!  Even now, we’re home together but we’re not actually together.  I got my laptop and my iTunes with the earphones in, while she has company and an impromptu rehearsal for the show I’m not in (though I auditioned… sigh… and the guy who beat me out for the role is in the other room with my wife… sigh…)

It’s not a huge deal.  We’ll have tonight after the guests leave, and we’ll have lots of time over the weekend.  It just never seems like enough.  Which, I suppose, is a good sign for our relationship.  Better that, than looking forward to the next time I have a day off to myself.

~ by joshkauffman on September 9, 2009.