A Natural State Of Mind

Life and family in Arkansas

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

THE undisputed drama queen

I have a secretary named Rachelle. I love her to death, does a fantastic job for me and will tell you that she has drama in her daily life ALL THE FREAKING TIME. She seems to deal with it pretty well usually, it's Mike I worry about. Mike is her "night time husband" (cause that ass is mine during working hours) and I can't believe what all he goes through.

When I say drama, I mean drama. Trouble at school, trouble with a coach, someone is sick, a family member is into dope or something similar, there's a crackhead screaming at the end of the drive at 4 a.m., there is something all the time. And it isn't the drama that gets me, it's the way she works Mike to death in the few minutes he isn't dealing with the daily drama and his regular job (Hi Afco).

This man tolerates an unbelievable amount of "maintenance" to keep home happy. Rachelle decides, on a whim, she wants the house to look different. A few months later... new furniture throughout, new hardwood floors, new trim, new cabinets, and I think they lack finishing a bathroom remodel. They have also had to add on a "man-room", which required hand-pouring a lot of concrete and a lot of construction to give Mike a much-needed escape from the house.

Then there is "relax" time. Have to be here or there for a game or a ride or to visit a friend, ALL the time. Rachelle decided one day that she wanted better grass in her yard. She had Mike dig out all the grass, till the yard and lay an obscene amount of money in sod. No person should spend a lot of money on grass unless the SuperBowl is about to occur on that lawn. Kill the grass you don't like, seed the shit out of it, water it, fertilize it, and let it grow. It will grow, they grew the grass that you bought.

I know Mike puts in a ton of hours at work and it is probably relaxing to him. I can't blame him at all. Hell, I can spend an entire weekend laying around watching the tube and scratching my nuts when I know there are chores that need to be done. I just don't want to. I do shit, I build shit, but not all the damn time.

Rachelle, give the man a break. He's worked so much he is actually used to it and no man should do that much. Give him the remote for a weekend (isn't it a felony to hoard the remote from the man of the house?) and let him rest!!

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