Tom and I got two weeks of kid free time.
(You can read what all we did here.)
He didn't have to go to work, because he took leave.
So we were around each other all the time.
Since he's usually at work and doesn't normally see during the day, Tom learned the following about me:
--I watch too many reality shows.
He knows I like them, he just didn't realize I watched so many. We'd be watching a Real Housewives and a preview came up for the new reality show Game of Crowns and Tom went, "That looks dumb," right as I went, "I'm so recording that." Tom couldn't sit and watch for too long, but the times he did he'd go, "Please don't ever put shit in your lips. It looks scary."
--I'll clean at random times of the day.
I don't have set times. I just know I need to get a certain amount done in a week. I'd be on the couch reading, and suddenly I'd get up and start to clean. Tom would find me scrubbing toilets and be like, "I thought you were reading?" I'd say, "I was. Now it's time to clean." When I got done, I'd go back to reading, and then get back up and clean some more. "Do you have a schedule? What's happening?" Tom wanted to know. "Can't you just sit? I feel weird sitting here while you're cleaning." He insisted on helping.
--I wash the sheets once a week.
He probably knew this. But he'd see the bundle of sheets in my arms and go, "Didn't you just wash those?" "Yes. A week ago. Lord knows what's living on them now." The funny thing is, I'm not a germaphone, I just know what can live on sheets. (This dust mite, for starters.) I don't want a dust mite to go into certain...crevices...so I wash the sheets weekly.
--I need to go to Target weekly
"But why? What do we need there?" Tom would ask. My answer? "You don't need a REASON to go to Target. Duh."
--I'll sometimes have a handful of cookies, crackers, and chips and call it lunch.
"That's not a meal!" Tom insisted. "It's lunch today," I explained.
--I don't like to be disturbed when I'm reading.
Tom would want to start a conversation right when I was in the middle of a good part. I'd say, "Can you give me ten minutes?" and he'd look offended. I can't just STOP reading. I mean, I can, but I'd prefer not to. Come back when I finish the chapter. We'll talk then, I promise.
In the end, the main thing we realized was that we still have fun together. Even when the kids aren't around. I admit, I was a little worried on how we were going to handle it without the kids distracting us. Would it be crickets every night as we ate? Would we sit silently on the couch? But no, we discovered that we can have adult conversations and not center things around the kids.
It was fantastic.