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The Day I Quit Being the Good Wife

One of the ladies at the gym watches The Good Wife and keeps insisting that I would probably love it, too.

"I dunno."

You see, besides feeling as if I couldn't possibly relate to anything using the words "good" and "wife" in the same sentence ("big" and "dork," probably) I also have commitment issues with television. 

"What time is it on?"

By the time I get home from work, eat and get the kids settled for the night (i.e. get them to at least admit that, you know, it IS bedtime) it's too late.

"Did you watch, last night?"

[slaps forehead]

"D'oh, I forgot it was on."

Actually, I was probably too busy inspecting the inside of my eyelids and/or fighting Doofus-Dawg for the couch.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but..."

This week, however, I learned that work won't be as much of an issue, anymore.  In fact,  my schedule is about to lighten up, considerably, from 6 months ago.

"...the owner has decided to close up shop, at the end of the month."

Everyone in my family has made sacrifices (trust me, they will ALL tell you, I'm sure) and, well, it will be nice NOT to have to worry about feeling guilty, sort of.

"I'm really, really, sorry."

Long story, short (you're welcome) yeah, sure, the money helped (stupid braces, dumb car insurance, silly college fund) but, my working and being away from my house, 4 days, every week, was putting a real strain on my house.

"If only I had known, ahead of time."

So, in a way, losing this job is really [gulp] a good thing.

"I certainly wouldn't have offered you the hours!"

Having to call the ladies I recently hired (like, just 2 or 3 weeks ago) and tell them that, you know, they are now, un-hired...not so much.

"I'm really, really, sorry."

In fact, way too much.

"It's not your fault."

I am (or, was) the manager (and I use the term very, very loosely) I sorta knew his business wasn't doing very well.  Still, I had such GREAT plans and worked really, really hard to keep his customers and employees happy.

"I feel like SUCH an a**hole..."

Man, un-hiring people really, really, does suck.  By Tuesday night, I was SO done.  I poured myself a glass of wine (i.e. turned the tap on the box) kicked the dog off the couch (sorry, Doofie) and just stared at the television.

"I like you...I didn't start off liking you."

Aaaand, then the part of the The Good Wife came on (see above clip) which made me think of an earlier conversation I had, with a longtime employee, who took pleasure in pointing out the stuff...I did wrong.

"One of the machines is in the wrong place."

Didn't matter if I re-arranged the ENTIRE gym (which, you're supposed to, once a month) without anyone's help and that she could have corrected it (her own self) right? 

"You're not the a**hole, here, in fact, we ALL know you worked your a** off, Liz."

Look, I'm not comparing myself to The Good Wife -- that character is a lawyer and I am, well, you know -- however, working lots of hours, being away from her kids and having to work EXTRA hard, feeling as if she has to prove herself, to EVERYONE, because she's a mom.

[bites lower lip]

Yeah, I felt her pain - still do - sort of.

"Shouldn't HE be making these calls?"

My poor husband, Garth [not his real name] what a good guy he is, really.

"Why are YOU apologizing?"

I mean, I already quit trying to be the best wife, or the perfect mother, years ago and he's seems to be okay with it.

"Because, I am a good manager...DAMMIT!"

Or, at least, I was -- now, at least I can keep on pretending to be a good blogger/writer/whatever, right?

[sound of crickets chirping]

Sorry, I just can't seem to quit YOU...Internets...so, I guess you better start getting used to, you know, being stuck with me.

You're welcome!

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