For those of you who may not know, my husband lives with me on a part time basis. Not because I’m difficult (it couldn’t possibly be that) but because his job requires him to travel frequently throughout the summer months. (He flies helicopters and yes, before you ask, it’s VERY glamorous, very exciting, thrilling, yadda, yadda, yadda..>cough< but I digress..
Recent events have required us to make some interesting changes, one of these being that I will be living with said spousal unit in a 32 ft. travel trailer for the next two weeks. Joining myself and my lovely husband will be our 3 four-legged children (of the canine variety)one of which is apparently a nervous pee-er but that’s a story for another day.
As if that weren’t enough, we have yet to discuss things like travel trailer bathrooms, storage (or the lack of it) and my personal favorite, views of south Texas cornfields. Ugh! However, the REALLY interesting part of all this was my introduction my new life.
You see, I was advised by said husband that I will be entering ‘Man-World’ and therefore my behaviour, actions and reactions will need to be adjusted accordingly.
For example, recently my husband gave me my ‘briefing’ on how our day would proceed:
We will rise promptly at 6:00 am to have breakfast at the ‘cafe’. The cafe is where ‘all the guys’ go. “The guys” all sit at the same table every morning, probably all graduated from the same high school, are definitely all from the same generation, are all retired and all watch Fox News (really, it’s on a big screen in the restraunt). Here they discuss (and solve) all problems known to mankind. (Apparently the Pentagon has not been made aware of this South Texas think tank.) Since I am neither an early riser nor a fan of the fanatical Right, I’m not sure how my presence at a meeting of the He Man-Woman Hater’s Club will benefit me, but, hey, all in the name of education and broadening my horizons, right??
After finishing breakfast, said husband will go to ‘work, (a term I apply loosely here) as it consists of him spending long hours in the presence of additional ‘man world’ inhabitants discussing things like ‘rotor head balance’, ‘landing gear assembly’ and of course, the all important ‘what do you want for lunch’? I often wonder if the Y-chromosome factor is in direct correlation to the amount of work actually completed and if said correlation raises exponentially based on the number of said Y-chromosomes in the room. However, since he has graciously allowed me this free time to spend as I wish, I’ll forgo the algebra equations for a rainy day.
Upon completing his ‘work’ day, the spouse will arrive at home where he will then proceed to “Larry’s” camper (names have been changed to protect the innocent, former as well as current undercover operatives and/or those who may be wanted in certain states.) We are to arrive at “Larry’s” RV with a contribution for dinner (typically wine and vegetables) where we will then relax in our testosterone induced fog (i.e. watch tv) until 9pm at which point we are allowed to retire to our own humble abode-on-wheels so that we may go to bed only to start the entire process over again.
As you may have deduced, these said ‘pilots’ are a curious lot: appearing dashing and noble with their flight suits, headsets and industry specific vocabulary but in reality they tend to resemble a band of gypsy’s roaming the countryside (except instead of stealing babies they spray corn with interesting compounds with names that end in -cide.)
So now that you are in the loop, I encourage you to join me as I post about my experiences of living in ‘Man-World’. Tomorrow I will be sharing with you my ‘breakfast experience’ of meeting a real-honest-to-goodness-Texas-cowboy. I assure you ladies, you will not want to miss this little bit of excitement in an otherwise dull day…it was quite a ‘hubba-hubba’ moment. 😉