Hubby and I have found ourselves in the thick of what we like to call “workaholics syndrome”. I touched on this here, but I’m curious to know what you all do to combat laptop-glued-to-lap-itis. The story goes a little something like this: Hubby is an eternal Md/PhD student (a.k.a., school is the norm for many many … many years) and I am a lawyer/blogger. The “/” is important because let’s face it, they’re both pretty time-consuming endeavors. Hubby also works until 8:30/9:00pm every night, and once his rotations start, his hours will get worse. I blog after work, which means I’m up blogging far too late.
As the new year rolls around, I’m reflecting on things I’m proud of, things I can change, things I can improve upon. Hubby and I have one of those awww-inducing relationships. We’ve been together on more fingers than I can count and I still beam/gush/squeak when I talk about him. But I worry sometimes that the work does get to be too much, even when we don’t think that it does. You know, like when we’re arguing over his double-dipping (because I swear once you’re married you argue about the most trivial things, and then laugh about it later), you throw in a gut-wrenching, “Yeah, well when was the last time you planned a romantic dinner for me?” Where the heck did that come from? I blame my hormones. And I always regret those knee-jerk comments, but I know that I wouldn’t have thrown that at him unless it held some glimmer of truth.
So truth is, I don’t like that we work so much. I don’t like that he hardly gets enough sleep, let alone time to plan an Anniversary dinner for me. This is in no way to blame him, trust me, I’m guilty too (says the girl who sits with her laptop on her lap … in bed … well, past 1am.)
I guess my question is, how do you make the time for each other? How do you shut off that computer? How do you balance work, play, love, family? And is that even realistic? Work is what I busted my tush for during all those years in law school, blogging is an utter passion, and hubby, he’s everything. How do you make it all fit?