Late Monday night, I dropped my wife off at the airport for her flight out to Redding, California for a creativity and spirituality conference.
And while she's off spending a few days learning how to more effectively implement her passions into her business, I'm home alone.
For the first time in a long time.
And I was a little worried.
Like many married men, I was a bit of a mess before I got married. In college, I used to buy paper plates so I wouldn't have to wash dishes. My grooming habits were a little hit or miss—usually more miss than hit. My sleep schedule was at the mercy of my video games.
And without my wife to help regulate me, I was worried that I might slip back into my old bachelor habits.
I was afraid that in the five days she was gone, I would transform into a feral manbeast. An unkempt creature with matted hair, cracked fingernails, and eyes bloodshot from playing video games until four or five in the morning, my third-day t-shirt covered with potato chip crumbs and pizza grease.
But to everyone's surprise (or at least just mine), that hasn't happened.
Not even close. In fact, I haven't even touched my video games. Today, I did my laundry without prompting. I even showered.
Instead of wasting my nights playing video games or watching trashy action movies (I did watch Timecop, but that was while I was working), I've been much more productive. Tonight was the only night that I didn't have band practice scheduled. And I still ended up messing around with synthesizers at a friend's house.
Don't get me wrong—I have had some flukes. My first day alone, I went a little crazy on the takeout—spending $25 on Indian for lunch wasn't enough to deter me from ordering a pizza for myself later that night.
But for the most part, I've stayed busy and kept up on my responsibilities. Today, I'm even cleaning the house. It's only because I'm hosting a house show, but the ends justify the means, right?
A lot of times, we tend to think that men are perpetually juvenile scamps who can't take care of themselves without a woman to keep them in line. Once we're out of our wives' supervision, we revert right back to our unwashed, uncouth, immature behaviors. Cat's away and all that.
But the past few days, I've realized that the things I want to do when my wife isn't around are, for the most part, the same things I do when she is around.
And I think that's the foundation of a good marriage—being with someone who gives you the freedom to do what you love and be who you are. And I am thankful to have a wife who does just that.
Now I just gotta keep it together for two more days...