Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband dearly. In fact, if I loved him any more, it would be downright unhealthy. But I can’t write whilst he’s in the house.
He’s had a week off work, and it’s a miracle I’ve got any writing done at all. He’s trying not to interrupt me, bless him, but just having someone else in the house creeping about trying not to be a nuisance is driving me up the wall.
Part of it is my fault. I’m very conscious that he works hard and he’s having some time off and deserves to be able to relax, but I’m sitting here at my desk worrying that he’s feeling bored/under-appreciated/neglected in some way, instead of what I should be doing.
When he goes out to the gym, it’s fine. I can’t hear him, and don’t need to worry about him. But when he’s here…
If he’s watching TV, I can hear it up here in the office. Even if he turns it down, it’s audible above the volume of my music, which lately I’ve taken to listening to at incredibly low levels so it drowns out the silence without distracting me too much.
If he goes for a soak in the bath, I can hear *his* music over mine. If he’s using his computer in the study along the hall, I can hear him watching music videos, typing, or God help me, farting.
Of course, I could shut my office door, but then the cats can’t get in and will sit outside crying and pulling at the carpet, making me feel a heel for ignoring them. I’ll feel twice the heel for only communicating with my husband when he brings me a fresh cup of tea.
The other alternative is to take a break from writing, and go curl up on the sofa with him. But if I do that, I start worrying about deadlines, and whether I’m neglecting my book, and I’m unable to relax. I can’t win.
Noise-cancelling headphones. It’s the only solution. That, or divorce.