So I am sitting on the couch, in my pajamas, relaxing because that is what the d-o-c ordered. When lo and behold, the sleeping dragon (aka my egyptian) awakens.
This is the season of Ramadan for those of you who do not follow the Islamic calendar. My hubby happens to be a Sunni Muslim. I, on the other hand - am not.
In Ramadan, muslims observe a strict fast from 4am until 7:30pm. This includes no water or food. Since Yass does not have a job - he chooses to sleep. Oh yes, and sleep he does. He wakes up close to 2:30pm most days - then has his first meal at 7:30pm, another at 11pm and yet another around 3:30 or 4am. Then he goes to sleep somewhere between 4am and 6:30am. Interesting to those of us who live completely different lifestyles.
(This explains the odd facebook status yesterday about sitting up at 1:30am eating scrambled eggs and watching the movie Seven.)
Well - I am home, enjoying a day of rest. Yass is sleeping.. then he awakes. Now he is not a morning person - AT ALL. I have learned to let him be. He gets up - all grumpy and face crinkled into a frown - and does his little morning routine. Shower, pray, reading the Qu'ran - then he proceeds to re-organize my house and clean. OBSESSIVELY CLEAN. This guys goes thru a little mania in the morning. He started the laundry, reorganized items on my kitchen counter, reworked the storage room. Note - he rarely says a word, but frowns and asks - "What is this?" "Do you use this?" etc. BIZARRIO.
Then around 4:30 or 5pm - he will suddenly stop and head to the computer. Like clockwork.
Then he looks at me around 6:45 and says - I will eat at 7:30pm. Yes, Yass - I know. ;-)
Then he wants to go and be sociable around 8pm. Well - I arranged that for him tonight.
Can you tell he is the son of a military guy? Apparently his dad was fairly high up in the military and taught his son to live a very regimented life. Yass needs structure and routine to feel useful.
I am the exact opposite.
It's really quite amusing to see how different people live their lives. My old room mate and I -Keli - had similar styles. More creative chaos.. we could easily lay around and watch movies and laugh and talk for hours. Housework?? Nah.. it can wait.
I like a little order, don't get me wrong. It is awesome to wake up to a perfectly organized closet and make up drawer (compliments of the egyptian) - but there is something to be said about the freedom to just tossing your shoes in a corner, ripping off a bra and laying it on the table.. and sitting on your a$$ for a few hours after work.
Yep. Not gonna happen anymore.
So in my pursuit of relaxation and need to be a good wife - I find myself between a rock and a hard place.
But - I would not change it for the world. Yes, I wish he could relax a little more like me. Hell - it's only been a few months, I really should give him time. And in turn, I could learn some of his domesticated skills.
Hey - I did just teach him to use the washing machine. See - I do have a few tricks up my sleeve.