I do something embarrassing on most days of the week and it pains me to admit this.
It is embarrassing enough that, if someone comes home while I’m doing it, I stop. I may even leave the room…
It doesn’t matter that my partner says he doesn’t care. I care. It’s embarrassing when he’s in the same room as me.
“I don’t care”, he says while seating himself at the nearby dining table, turning on his ipad.
Well, what can I do? I have to think this through carefully. If I continue with my embarrassing habit, will he start rolling his eyes at me more than he already does?
Oh, wait, I got tweens. Roll away Mister!
Fine. I’ll continue doing it, even if it bothers me that he’s aware of me doing it.
Actually, it’s kind of distracting, him sitting there like that. How long does it take to eat lunch? Why can’t he eat lunch earlier, when I’m not busy with my embarrassing activity?
His timing couldn’t be worse. Tuesdays and Wednesdays are much better days for me, much more private. Those days, when he’s at college teaching, those are my favorite days.
I don’t even feel the slightest bit of embarrassment on those days.
But today is neither Tuesday nor Wednesday. He is working from home today.
Big infringement on my privacy here….
I wonder briefly if silence would keep it more private, despite his physical presence only a few feet away.
Maybe I need to adjust something.
I reach for the remote and press mute. Then I turn closed-captioning on.
Now, no one can hear any noise, and only I have a visual toward the TV.
Maybe now I can watch my soap opera in peace.