This blogging almost everyday is tough. I know what you might be thinking, “Whit, you don’t have to blog everyday.” Yeah, one would think. But my homelife these days roughly resembles the life of a New York Times columnist. I live with my editor. “Are you going to blog today?” “Maybe you should blog about that thing that happened at lunch today, eww or the squid we ate.” “Don’t say that Whit, we are suppose to keep this G-rated!” She stops short of assigning a word count, but I know she has a number in her brain. I am about all out of words over here, at least this Friday evening I just want to be staring at the T.V. Al Bundy style. But then I remember my multitude of fans out there in America, and trust me, this blogs for you.
Working with your wife may or may not sound like a great idea depending on where you are coming from. Lindsay and I rarely saw each other during my two years in graduate school. I left home before she woke up and usually got home about the time we went to bed. When we found out we would be working at the same school in Korea we were very excited. “All day with you,” we would say to each other all naive and glassy-eyed, “what could be better?”
These days we often wish we at least ate lunch at different times. We literally are attached at the hip at school. We have assigned seats in our break room and we might as well in the lunch room. Our co-teachers get down to the cafeteria so fast(Koreans always move fast), Lindsay and I(we always move slow) are relegated to the end. So there is plenty of time for me to annoy Lindsay and for her in turn to nag me. On frequent occasions I get “Your hair looks messed up.” Or “Did you iron that?” Or “Why is your desk so unorganized?” Or “Did you wear those jeans, with the mustard stain on Monday too?” And my all-time favorite, “Did you know you had a zit on your nose.” You know, things that co-workers never say to co-workers, and for good reason.
Then again I hardly ever iron my clothes, have actually worn jeans twice with a big mustard stain on the crotch, never brush my hair and do hold onto too many of my students’ papers which makes Lindsay’s and my work area a mess. You know, I do the things that really tick a spouse off.
But we come home and laugh about it. Then after we wipe the tears from our eyes, I am immediately put to work by my editor.