Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Other Woman


(on a lighter note today)

Some people are jealous of the other woman in their husband’s life.

I kiss the ground.. of  the one I know ...walks on.


It is my husband’s office manager of more than 25 yrs! Tall blond skinny, sweet….and saves our lives many days of the month.

Besides being totally efficient and effective at her job…she does lots of little/big helpful things.

Like picking up my husband from his colonoscopy…like telling clients he is on  the phone while he is emptying his system for the colonoscopy ever five minutes..driving our daughter to dance…picking up our son at the orthodontist..Getting our car at the garage….picking up Hubby at the garage… tending to sick kiddies on the famous office couch….coming in for  emergencies to “head office” at home if kids really sick. I think she even drove my Mom somewhere once. Arranges for pipes to be cleared…cars to be towe

A career woman like me…has to have another woman. It’s needed in the ingredients of success and work life balance. I mean do a lot too of course..I am not always at work and I make home a priority-but if you want to do well both at work and at home you have to feel good about deleagating things that can be (driving hubby to colonscopy vs specialist apt with the kids). To do it well you cannot handle everything yourself either at work or home.




I like mine plenty. And so does my husband.

When they speak on phone it is like a second wife! They even swear at each other…it is really odd to listen to it..I always know it’s her by the tone in his voice..whatever works!
And she cares too. Truly cares about him. He tells her everything I bet. I am always a bit embarrassed when I go visit the office….like she is thinking “oh yes... you nagging controlling mean wife why did you do that last night??!”

Anyways-some people don’t believe that men and woman can be friends. My husband and I know that is not true. We each have other men and woman in our lives and we are all around grateful for it.
I honestly don’t know what he would choose to give up if he had to. Her? Or me? And quite honestly I totally get it!!