8days On, 6 Days off

Today is our Monday. Dave just started night one of eight 10hour night shifts. For 8days we are on opposite schedules-when I'm up he's sleeping and when he's up I'm sleeping. The plus side is that after he is done his 80 hours, he then gets 6 days off. I call it missing each other for eight days, driving each other crazy for six. In some way I feel sorry for him, he works his butt off at work and when he comes home he's my bitch for the next six days. I think he was honestly relieved to go to work tonight just to avoid another domestic errand. We lose the first day and the last day due to re-syncing. Him his sleep schedule and me my nagging and complaining schedule.
Here's a few examples how Dave "relaxes" on his days off:

• Day one: Since Dave was re-syncing his sleep cycle for days he didn't go to bed after getting home. I waited until he was up for over 20 hours and then I dragged him to Baby's world to get our new stroller. I know resorting to sleep deprivation to get the expensive stroller (with all the add-ons) I want is a form of duress and taking advantage of the guy but...I won, I Won, I WON!!
• Drive to Surrey for a special rain cover for the new stroller. Baby's world had the cover on back order and it would take 4-6weeks to get here. I thought that would be okay. For some reason it didn't occur to me that we live in Vancouver and it's the rainy season.
• Made him go grocery shopping. First Save-on-Foods but then Superstore after I realized that Save-on didn't have "birthday cake flavored Oreos". They are limited addition, I don't want to go through the rest of my life with regret because I never tried them!
• Made him hang a whole bunch of pictures, take them down and then rehang them until they were perfect. I then made him go through all 1000 of our wedding photos so that we could print out 6 of them for our family college.

Did I mention his days off also required him driving me to Tim Horton's multiple times so I could play "roll up the rim to win". In case you are wondering I still haven't won, I'm now down 0/10!! But seriously, we were a Maple Ridge version of Driving Miss Daisy. Guess that's the price you pay when you buy a vehicle your wife can't drive. He's now back to work and of course the rain has started on again and is suppose to continue for the whole week. Which means getting drenched trying to get from point A to B or risk cabin fever.

For all I annoyed Dave with my constant nagging and dragging around town, he was equally demanding-and I don't mean in the *wink wink* *nudge nudge* way. If you are a married woman you know what I mean. Man at home=double the work load. I actually had to cook-not just pull some frozen leftovers out of the freezer for him to reheat. I was required to provide him with at least 2 hot meals and not the leftovers and lunches of lovely crafted PB and Jelly sandwiches (I make enough for the week and freeze). The dishwasher was ran at least once, sometimes twice a day-and those dishes don't crawl back into the cupboards themselves plus they don't even make it to the dishwasher themselves-I always find a collection on the coffee table. I actually had to do housework so that Dave is still under the impression that I do stuff while I'm at home. Oh and showering and being dressed before noon. At least I have 8days to catch up on my daytime TV now.

Husband at Home=more housework

So today, just like anybody's Monday, started off painfully. Around midnight we heard a thumping and crashing sound coming from the baby monitor. At first we dismissed it and then it happened again and we realized that we haven't seen the cat all night. We peered inside the bedroom and called him softly as to not wake the baby. We then realized he was in the closet. Dave was getting his tools earlier (the closet in Lily's room is actually the man closet-filled with Dave's tools, music stuff and sports crap) and I guess the cat snuck in while we weren't looking. We carefully opened the door only to have half its contents come crashing down on us. Lily bolted up for a second and then laid back down, something the cat should be thanking her for since if he woke her up completely he would have been a patio cat for the night. Lily started screaming like a banshee at 3am for no apparent reason, I guess it was just a test of the emergency broadcast system. Luckily because Dave was up all night re-syncing his sleep schedule he actually had to deal with her. We took Lily for her baby rabies shot (or whatever they vaccinate for these days). It required 5 separate needles. I almost felt bad until I remembered that she woke me up at 3am today and the feeling was short lived. Did I mention that the nurse thinks I'm a total a-hole because I laughed while they were jabbing her? (it's a nervous habit I swear). After she was done they informed me that I was due for two of my own shots-the laughing stopped. When I got them done however they didn't hurt, I don't understand why she was acting like such a baby. Seriously she was screeching so loud then when we walked back into the reception area everyone was staring at us.
Anyways I have 8 days to compose my next "honey-do list". Until the next 6 days McRoberts.....I'll be waiting.

Finally let the poor guy relax and watch some TV, until next week McRoberts....