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The House Husband
- 3/18
When I moved out to California, all I knew was where I'd be
living. That's it. No job lined up, no shows booked and a bank
account with nowhere to go but down. So in just two weeks my daily
to do list has gone from submitting reports and running staff
meetings to washing dishes and watching Judge Mathis. While I am
not married, you can call me a house husband.
The stay-at-home house husband lifestyle is different from when
you graduate college and you claim to be burnt out from the
college lifestyle. First of all, who knew you could burn out from
sleeping late, watching Springer and binge drinking? Guess you're
left to just travel Europe on your parent's dime. Maybe get a new
car as a reward for setting the family record for number of random
hookups in a four-year period. This time around I've had
plastic surgery. That is the term my mom uses when she no longer
allows me to use her credit cards. My younger sister will find
this out once she returns from Costa Rica.
As a house husband, there are no trips to Europe. Traveling to me
is going to the bodega on the corner for a burger after an hour of
reading ESPN.com. I used to get excited about submitting payroll
in time. Now I get excited about rearranging the food in the
refrigerator and surprising my girlfriend with that hair mousse
she needed. Sure beats surprising her with a paycheck.
But fear not, for my house husband days are numbered, because my
life has direction. Right now that direction is to the closet to
get the vacuum, but I'm just taking a break. In a temporary
environment that is Los Angeles where film projects, theater parts
and day jobs come and go I can jump in at my convenience.
As I write this I have two interviews scheduled tomorrow and once
my car arrives and that final box from FedEx gets there I'm ready
to roll. Because while it has been nice watching Judge Mathis,
Judge Joe Brown, Judge Judy and The People's Court berate people
who aspire to reach the level of human trash, all good things must
come to an end. And so we work. So the bank account doesn't
plummet. So our passions can be supported. And so we can keep
hooking up with at least one person. |
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