It’s been long…
It’s nearing x5 weeks since KK left for a business trip to Perth. Five weeks is the longest we’ve been apart.
It’s happened only once before when he worked on a project up in Tanzania. When he returned, I scored a pair of tanzanite earrings and decided we needed a dog, which explains how Annie came into our lives.
But this round has been tough.
The pool pump gave in on Sunday night. After weeks of nursing the clear blue water, fishing out leaves with the net, brushing the walls, keeping the water levels up, emptying the little basket (which at first I couldn’t find), the pump suddenly broke.
Water streamed into the neighbours yard and down my cheeks. It was the Christmas cherry on the top.
I’ve been bravely tackling issues on my own.
- Opening up a business bank account and reading all the small print. KK is good at this.
- Ensuring the washing is done each week and taking out the rubbish bin on Mondays. These are KK’s chores which I kept forgetting to do. Washing piles up quicker than I thought.
- Taking Emma to the Vet and finding out that she has a heart murmur.
- Putting up all the Christmas decorations around the house. It sounded like a good idea when I started.
- Seeing new clients for my new business and not having him to sense check my sales pitch beforehand.
While the above list may sound petty, I realised just how much KK does around the house. How much I rely on him.
I take him for granted.
Then there are other little things that I’ve noticed:
- I didn’t know where KK keeps all our important documents, such as my green ID book which I needed to open up the bank account.
- I don’t have a side gate key so couldn’t take the dustbin out on dustbin day.
- I thought the store was going to swallow me up. There is so much crap in there! What the hell are we keeping?
- I’ve never done a backwash of the swimming pool. Ever! In fact, one thing I’ve learnt is that I know very little about pool maintenance.
- When we had load shedding, I discovered (in the dark) that the little camping light next to my bed doesn’t work.
- If I go for an afternoon run, there isn’t anyone checking to make sure I get back safely. (I do message my mom but I think it freaks her out waiting for my return).
He couldn’t come home soon enough, especially since I haven’t had a good nights sleep in weeks.
The whole “cooking for one” is a constant reminder that I’m alone. I’ve developed nasty cabin fever. And it’s actually not fun suntanning next to the pool by myself.
I have a greater sense of gratitude for all he does and how he looks after me at home. I also have new found respect for people who live on their own. I talk to myself now. Do you?
I miss the company. I miss the routine. I miss KK. I want things back to normal.
But it’s been a good five weeks to teach me that things will go wrong, but I can handle it. It’s taught me to pick up the phone (actually WhatsApp) and ask for help. And most of all, I’ve learnt to be a little independent and trust myself for a change.
The biggest Christmas present will be fetching him from the airport on the weekend! I cannot wait!