Marriage and work in times of pandemics
"I am sitting at my desk trying to focus on my work, while he's sitting on the opposite site, typing loudly and eating almonds. If he's chewing one more almond like that, I swear I will throw away the bowl. And yes, I'm in a meeting, please don't make any funny noises or swear at your code when I unmute myself to say something."
This is just a small snippet out of working from home with my beloved husband during these last months. We're not always at the same desk, but if we need external monitors, then we'd be sat there.
Today we're not celebrating our 14th anniversary since I became Mrs Stanciu. Not celebrating the civil ceremony, because we're celebrating the wedding anniversary in September, and because we agreed it will be too much to remember for him. We've been together since 2001, so very close to 20 years now, and we've been through a lot - good and bad. But this, the lockdown and the being at home non stop TOGETHER for over 3 months now, that's the supreme challenge for any marriage. And yes, I am sure some might disagree, but we're not all the same. I wasn't sure we'd survive this! Yet, here we are, still married. And laughing at each other's silly jokes - as always.
It's a sensitive subject, but I admit it - we are terrible to live with each other, Hence, the perfect match, as only we could deal with each other's s***. I am grumpy and a control freak, he is annoying and a control freak, so there, the perfect match. And yet, after 3 months in this house, my Mum included, we're still alive. Not that I'm complaining, but it's quite strange.
Must be the fact that life has slowed down and we've been calmer, but we've got along better than expected. No major rows, no arguments, more patience than expected, tad more resilience. And all this with a busy time at work for both of us, with two ever-hungry children (how can they eat so much?!), with a pseudo-home-schooling, 3 toilets and a whole house to clean on a regular basis. But with a very funny pre-school aged child, a lot of water play in the garden, fun family time and a fair amount of alcohol consumed during this time.
Now that it's only the four of us in the house, at least we're not sharing a desk anymore, so I think he and his almonds (and nuts) are safe! And I don't have to be nervous about someone making funny noises or saying anything unapropriate during my meetings. That is if we don't consider Emma shouting 'I need a wee' out loud while I'm unmuted. Which stopped being interesting anyway, because since lockdown people have seen it all, so nothing will be too shocking.
This is just a small snippet out of working from home with my beloved husband during these last months. We're not always at the same desk, but if we need external monitors, then we'd be sat there.
Today we're not celebrating our 14th anniversary since I became Mrs Stanciu. Not celebrating the civil ceremony, because we're celebrating the wedding anniversary in September, and because we agreed it will be too much to remember for him. We've been together since 2001, so very close to 20 years now, and we've been through a lot - good and bad. But this, the lockdown and the being at home non stop TOGETHER for over 3 months now, that's the supreme challenge for any marriage. And yes, I am sure some might disagree, but we're not all the same. I wasn't sure we'd survive this! Yet, here we are, still married. And laughing at each other's silly jokes - as always.
It's a sensitive subject, but I admit it - we are terrible to live with each other, Hence, the perfect match, as only we could deal with each other's s***. I am grumpy and a control freak, he is annoying and a control freak, so there, the perfect match. And yet, after 3 months in this house, my Mum included, we're still alive. Not that I'm complaining, but it's quite strange.
Must be the fact that life has slowed down and we've been calmer, but we've got along better than expected. No major rows, no arguments, more patience than expected, tad more resilience. And all this with a busy time at work for both of us, with two ever-hungry children (how can they eat so much?!), with a pseudo-home-schooling, 3 toilets and a whole house to clean on a regular basis. But with a very funny pre-school aged child, a lot of water play in the garden, fun family time and a fair amount of alcohol consumed during this time.
Now that it's only the four of us in the house, at least we're not sharing a desk anymore, so I think he and his almonds (and nuts) are safe! And I don't have to be nervous about someone making funny noises or saying anything unapropriate during my meetings. That is if we don't consider Emma shouting 'I need a wee' out loud while I'm unmuted. Which stopped being interesting anyway, because since lockdown people have seen it all, so nothing will be too shocking.
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