My sleep is all over the place, but it’s really the same cycle in repeat since my teens. Except this time, the weekend was Mirtazapine induced sleep.
Yesterday, I was awaken to the buzzer going off. I thought it was an Amazon delivery, so I went back to sleep. Moment later, the door opened and for a moment, thought my parents came, but then it was Amber’s voice I heard. I managed to get more than what I thought my sleep would be, and even more, because soon after she showered, she fell into bed, and we both napped until around 8pm.
I had to get up, because I had to cook her dinner and lunch the next day. So our typical evening looked like this…
- I washed and prepared the rice. Amber put the wok on the stove, put water in, and set the temperature accordingly.
- I stuck the rice into the pressure cooker, while Amber sorted out the best carrots.
- I prepared a metal pan with aluminium foil, while Amber sliced the carrots into a bowl.
- Then I took the bacon out of the wrapper, and put the chunks onto the foil, while Amber spread them evenly across the pan.
- As she was doing that, I dumped the beans into the wok, and then the sliced carrots in afterwards.
- I seasoned the vegetables, tossed them around, while she helped pass me the seasoning jars.
- Once everything was done, we separated them into different large bowls. When the rice was done, she put some into a container for her lunch the next day, then into two separate bowls for our dinners.
- As she brought my bowl to my room, and her bowl to her table, I asked if she wanted to drink something, and poured our drinks accordingly.
- Then we say, “Itadakimasu!” before digging in.
After dinner, I am usually the one who put the dishes into the dishwasher, or if the dishwasher is full or in use, then I hand wash the rest. If there is dessert available, then I ask if she wants fruit or some other sweetened food. Lately, her blood pressure was near dangerous, so I’ve been cooking with 50%-60% less salt and about 90%-100% less sugar. I also usually cook the vegetables with no or very little oil.
Anyway, she was online on Discord voice chatting with Jelaina, Thomas, and Tammy. I normally don’t join them, but did poke my head in after Amber went to bed, just to say goodnight to Jel and Tom afterwards. Since my sleep is messed up, I spent the majority of my night doing various computer/work related stuff.
The reason I am entering this as a blog, even though it’s super mundane, is to show everyone how the baseline and how ‘normal’ should pretty much look like when romantic partners live together. Of course, none of the above is set in stone. It is just an example of many variations of our days and nights. If you are strictly a house-husband/wife, and your SO is the breadwinner, then of course, you have your specific arrangement. However, if you are a working individual, with a career, juggling young children, while trying to take care of the household, and meet the basic needs of your partner, while your partner barely does anything, then I dare say, you are in a very unhealthy relationship.
When Amber and I cook or do other chores together, we actually do them with a hint of fun. While the chore itself is mundane, the act of doing it together makes it enjoyable. For example, Amber would shove the dirty clothes into the laundry machine, while I prepare the drying racks. As our paths cross, I might give her ass a squeeze or a slap, and she would moan dramatically playfully, then we’ll both laugh. During the day time, if I am still awake, I do chores around the house, then report them to Amber, so she can be mentally relaxed, and she would usually send me love and kiss emojis, and/or tell me how turned on she is. Another comical thing that happened was last night, when we were both in the bathroom. Amber was trying to pinch the blackheads on the back of my head, while I tried to escape from her. So as she was invading my head, I declared half-playfully, “5 minute suckjob for one pop!” Before she started sucking me off, I remarked, “While other less-than-wholesome couples give each other oral sex in exchange for taking out the trash or do the dishes, here we have the wife giving the husband a blowjob because she wants to pop his blackheads.” We both laughed our asses off.
When I do the chores alone, I don’t think of it as something boring I must do. Rather, my mentality is mostly set to the idea that having a clean and tidy household is better for our overall mental health. So the chores don’t have negativity attached to them. Instead, they have positivity attached to them. It’s no more or less important than work I have to do for a client, or spending time with my friends, or playing video games, or doing some handy work around the house for my parents. In short, I don’t dread doing chores. Just as I don’t dread playing board games, having sex, and listening to music. Heck, I was listening to Dub Techno the entire time I prepared and cooked dinner and lunches for Amber earlier this morning, while doing the laundry, and cleaning up around the house.
Of course, having no children gives me a lot of clarity on how to be a better person for myself and for my significant other. It makes life easier, and keeps goals a lot easier to go for.