I've had a lot of advice from girlfriends. My friend Mary said it best when she said "when they first retire, it's a dance, with you both trying to figure out the steps."
Another friend suggested that we each have our own room and that the other doesn't enter without permission. I mentioned this to LC, so he has been standing at the sunroom door, waving at me. Somehow I don't think that's going to work. But I've always been a pretty good dancer, I think I'll give that a try first.
I think our biggest challenge will be the difference in schedules and energy levels. He gets up before dawn, goes like a bat outta hell until noon, eats lunch, then collapses in his recliner watching the Western Channel and napping.
I prefer to get up between seven and eight, be quiet for the next half hour or so, have my coffee and begin my day. This morning he was cleaning out the dishwasher at 7am with the television blaring. And although it was great that he did that, I would have rather him done it a bit later. And so it begins.
Retirement means compromising for both of us, kind of like when we were first married. Well, not exactly, but you get my drift. It will be interesting for awhile, then we will settle into a routine, I'm sure and get on with it. The kids are thrilled that we can visit on weekends now, we're so happy that he doesn't have to work holidays, which means I don't have to cook that darned turkey anymore, we will go to their houses.
I was an only child, I made every holiday dinner all these years, so I'm more than ready to let the younger generation take over. We're going to John and Deanna's next week. They are happily planning it all out, and I'm happily letting them. I will just play with Abby and let them go for it. And hubby, will he be relaxing? Of course not, he will be up before dawn, doing a major reorganization in John's garage. He's absolutely thrilled to have a project. And me, I'll be sleeping, hopfully until eight...
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