The following is a true story.
There may be one or two things The Internet doesn’t know about me. You know that I fart when I laugh, I’m hopelessly clutzy and I tend to stop conversations at awkward times. You also know I don’t have enough sex and I pooped with my child in a sling.
But lo, I continue to amaze the internet with true, albeit half interesting fact about my life.
About six years ago I was in a job I hated. One of those jobs that you take thinking it will be one thing and it turns out to be another. One of Those Jobs that you come home from with permanent wrinkles in your brows and cussing.
Now, you know Mr. Flinger is the, shall we say, analytical type. This engineering mind sometimes bleeds in to home life. Like, say, when I ask what he wants for dinner he’ll sometimes let his eyes drift upward while he charts out the contents of the fridge in a mind-excel sheet. Or when I complain too much about work…
After a lengthy time of hearing me bitch about said job, he decided to have me sit down and write out, nay, write AND RATE exactly how each activity in the day made me feel.
On a scale of 1-10 in no particular order:
Eating: 8
Working out: 9
Having Sex: 9
Working at Shitty Job: 2
Sleeping : 10
Watching TV: 7, maybe an 8 if I don’t have to watch UFC or WWE
Hanging with friends: 9
Having Coffee: 9
He then took my scoring and multiplied each activity with the hours per day I did said activity. Sleeping and Working were obviously the two highest time suckers. (Sex was still in the chart because this was pre-children. We all know right now, while it rates a 9, it’s multiplied by NEVER which, as we learned in third grade Sex * Never = Zero.)
After all was said and done, multiplied and calculated and graphed, he decided I should quit my job.
Seriously.
We learned several things in this process. One, he was meant to be an engineer. Two, I was not. and Three, I like sleeping more than any thing else I do in a day including having sex.
That last one is still true. Which begs the question, why don’t I ever go to bed on time?
Because blogging might be a nine and a quarter.
And my new job: A nine and a half. Most days.
The kids? Well, they don’t get on the scale. Everything else would pale in comparison.
Maybe, even sometimes, sleep.
Maybe.

*p.s. I’m on my way to the Damn Motor Vehicle today. Wish me luck.
*pps Thank you so so much for your caring thoughts to my Brother In Law. We love him, too, and are so very proud. So. Very Proud. Thank you. I’m sending money with a gift from you!
*pps I promise to put a link-yourself mr.linky on Brutally Honest next week. I just found an email from Mamikaze that she participated. Darn the spam filters!
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Comments
This is SO something my husband would do and he’s a computer geek, not an engineer. Maybe it’s a man thing?! I love it! But, really, it ended with the right decision for you too it sounds like.
I love that idea. Of course, I’m not going to do it myself, becuase then I would just be depressed.
I am with ya on the sleeping = 10. LOVE to sleep. I don’t go to bed on time most night either. WHY????? AHHHHH
I swear you are my blog sister…sleep is definitely a 10 on my list. I’m not sure there is anything else that outranks it. At all.
I hate going to bed… I hate getting up in the mornings. I don’t understand people who love to go to bed and then love to get up!
Look at you cutie pies! Is it really that warm there already??
That Mr. Flinger’s a keeper!!
I rate sleep higher than sex too. We must be cut from the same cloth… or is it bedsheet?
I love this blog! And the picture is GREAT!! LOOOVVVINNGG IITTT!!