Sharing the Nest with a Shrew
Will all kidding aside, I am really nervous. For the last four years, I have
But now that we will be living together fulltime, must I now clean my house everyday? In the past, I could always wait to clean my house right before the Shrew came over so he would think I was neater. Now, the jig is up! My floors need constant sweeping. With two long haired Dachshunds, daily trips to feed the Chickens (and now Ella), that's a lot of dirt that can be potentially tracked in! I panicked, so I went ahead and ordered a Roomba from IROBOT.
In just as important matters, what about my individuality? Is this the end of punking out to Paramore when the mood hits me? What if I just want to absorb myself on the internet and explore new things? Will my MacBookPro be treated like a redheaded stepchild in this new living arrangement?
What about sports? Please no more Food Network, Paula Deen, or the Barefoot Contessa (even though she has a sexy porn voice) every single hour. I need my sports! I want to see the LSU Lady Tigers win the SEC Championship over those EVIL Tennessee Lady Vols. I need to see all the upsets of March Madness on the tube. How will this even work when my television tastes are more "straight" than his?
And can we talk about space? Will this be the end of cuddling on the couch meditating with my darling Dachshund children? What if the Shrew needs to talk about his day while I am trying to meditate? Will I not ever have anymore quiet time to myself? And what about our sleep cycles? I am definitely an EARLY BIRD. He's a nightowl. I can't tiptoe around the house quietly to save my life. These are all things I worry about. I am sure I'll adjust. I am just nervous about sharing the nest.