Legally Brunette

My husband – let’s call him “Mr. Brunette” – is also a student.  He’s working on finishing up his bachelor’s degree in business, and is able to do it through a distance learning program that our state college system offers.  (No, this isn’t that University of Phoenix nonsense!)  One of the classes he’s taking is business law – and bless his heart, he’s really enjoying it.

Which is great!  I appreciate that he’s enjoying it, and I love talking law geek stuff with him.  But not at 11pm at night.  You see, my daily schedule is as follows:

• 7:30am – get up, shower, get ready for work
• 8:30am – stumble into work.  Read blogs.  Check bank balance.  Read CNN and try to be a nominally informed citizen.
• 9am – give up on trying to wake up naturally. Walk two blocks to get coffee and scone.
• 9:30am – 5:30pm – actually get work done.  I’m a paralegal, and my boss is annoying very kind, and pushes me to do more lawyer-y stuff.  Heavy thinking.  Try to look like I know what the *bleep* I’m talking about.
• 5:30pm – 6:15pm – drive to school.  Listen to NPR.  Try to be a nominally informed citizen, but secrety hope that they’ll just play a short story by David Sedaris.
• 6:30pm – 9:30pm – school.  Try to absorb torts, civ pro and legal reasoning.   Mostly absorb torts, kinda absorb civ pro, fight strong urge to throw sharp pointy objects that the legal reasoning professor.
• 9:30pm – 10:30pm – drive home.  Talk to friend who is going through a messy divorce on the phone.  Thank God, Allah, Buddah, and the Great Unknown that my personal life is relatively drama-free.
• 10:30pm – get home.  Finally.  Thank Mr. Brunette profusely for being drama-free.  Eat… something.
• 11pm – Sit in my large comfy chair.  Watch ‘The Simpsons’, ‘The Office’, ‘Doctor Who’ or ‘Torchwood’.   Turn the brain off and morph into vegetable matter.

Basically, my brain in “on” law from 9am – 9:30pm.  Which means that at 11pm, all I want to do is watch mindless TV before I go to sleep and do it all again the next day.  Which means, unfortunately, I really do NOT want to debate the case that Mr. Brunette’s class is discussing that day.  I try my best to be a good wife and a supportive partner, and engage in conversation… but really, I’m *tired*.  About all I can handle at that point are the finer aspects of Homer and Marge’s marriage.

I love him, but I might just have to hide his business law book.