Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Quantity vs. Quality

First off, Quincy is doing awesome. He was his funny, normal, dirt-loving, eating everything in sight self today. Last night, he slept all night for the first time in I don't know how long. Probably a year. So that sleep problems that I thought were fear of the dark or whatever--yeah, those were probably from that one tooth hurting. The only thing still the same is the screaming when we brush his teeth if he falls asleep first. I wish he'd quit sitting down and crashing when my back is turned.

I'm very reflective tonight in general. Was thinking on the way home about relationships where you spend all your time with the person vs. not. In my experience, spending all your time together results in annoyance. Usually it's me getting annoyed. I need me time. I mean, I always want my husband around but he stays up really late and I don't anymore. If he's here, I go to sleep way before him and he's bored. Of course, I get up at 7 and am bored sometimes since I'm the only one up.

This isn't the only relationship it's been that way in. I've never found spending all my time with someone to be good. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder. I've also had relationships where for whatever reason I saw the person for maybe a weekend here or there and tried not to be pathetic about that the rest of the time. However, every relationship I've been in like that has been awesome. I mean, you're always happy to see them. They're always happy to see you. You never argue, because why waste time arguing? (If you know what I mean:)) When I don't see my husband as much, it's a good thing. Is that bad?


Wendy said...

I like to see Thomas every day. If for some reason I couldn't, I think I would go crazy with the ache of it. However, I don't want to spend all day, every day with him. No way! We'd kill each other!

susan said...

Yeah, that's kind of what I was getting at. That and I spend far too much time at home. I need a job.:)

Bragger said...

I tend to cherish my "me time" too. When my husband's golf trips coincide with ME being out of town, I feel cheated somehow! :)

On the other hand, when I was at my daughter's house last weekend and 320 miles from my hubby, I began to feel the early twinges of depression. Came home a day early because of it. That and a crying puppy.