Faux Retired

My husband has been "retired" for almost a year. I put that in quotes because I always saw retirement as a time to go fishing, plant a flower garden, take up golfing, make doilies, take care of grand children, work at the church bake sale. Dave hasn't done any of those things. But then...Dave isn't a lazy person.

Last year my daughter came up with a plan to get me out of my IT job and write full time. It included saving a lot of money and writing a lot of short stories. Last December I accomplished the first part of that requirement and in March gave my notice.

I had some vague plans as to what I'd do all day with no job to go to. I thought I'd move to a new city that was greener, larger, and a LOT less windy. I thought I'd write for hours and hours, maybe start of a third book. I thought I'd sleep in every day. I thought I'd level-cap my Horde Paladin and start raiding. I thought I'd stay in my slippers all day. THAT was what I wanted my "retirement" to be.

It's not turning out the way I planned.

Ok, so I did get my Paladin to 90, and I do wear my slippers a lot, and 8:00 is sleeping in right?

With my husband home I don't feel like I can just sit on the couch and watch Downton Abbey all day. He doesn't begrudge me relaxing and has never glared at me when my Hunter is running through Karazhan, he hasn't mentioned that my laundry pile has fallen over or that the catbox needs changing. I love my husband, he lets me be lazy. But...I wanted to create a lifestyle rather than just behaving like I was on vacation. So I decided to make a effort to get fully dressed during the week, choose a chore each day, get out of the house (when it's not too windy), and finish some of my craft projects. Dave suggested I work on a website we created a year ago.

It doesn't look like I'm going to get caught up on my 10 seasons of NCIS DVDs.