I’m going to take the time out on this post and breakdown what this title means. I don’t really think a lot of people understand what it really means to be married to someone in the food industry, which in this case is meaning Marcus. Now I understand there are much more difficult jobs out there then his, but he doesn’t have it easy. So, let’s take a look at it from his point of view first okay?
To start things off with, there are long hours, sleep deprivation, not being paid what you are worth especially for everything you do, burns, cuts, chemical burns, sore knees, tired feet, inconsistent schedules. Though, at the end of it all I go to work loving what I do, knowing I excel at what I do. Needless to say this is not easy work. Yeah, sometimes it’s glamorous, eccentric, posh (hon hon hon). Take an event, or more correctly a banquet, for example 10-600 people, prepping the protein needs to be done at least 2 days in advance, orders need to be placed (sometimes $2,000+ for a single event), produce needs to be selected, desserts cut and plated (sometimes salad too). When you are one of 2 people doing all that those 10-12 hr days start piling up. On top of all that we are not even considering the home life (yes it is hard to have one but it can happen). All the time that you are prepping, slicing, mincing, chopping, pureeing, and baking your family is at home missing you, for me that means Mariah, Toby, and Shatzie. I will say I miss them too. I have no time with them sometimes because it is wake up, work, go home, shower, eat, sleep, notice the no family time? (ya sorta get REALLY burnt out sometimes). For now I’ll stop bending your ear and hand you over to main lady of this blog so you can hear her side.
Let me give you some insite on what it’s like to pretty much not have a husband (granted I do, he just works a ton). Let’s take a day in the life of a breakfast shift shall we? It starts out with Marcus having to be at work by 5 am, so he needs to stay up all night. I’m usually up all night with him until about 4:45 am when he leaves for work, even 4:30 am sometimes. Then, I have to sleep in a Queen sized bed all by myself with the exception of two dogs, who don’t produce near the amount of body heat and or comfort that Marcus does. He then gets home between 11:30-2 or sometimes later if he works the whole day. I’m usually just getting up around noon or so when he decides to lay down to sleep the rest of the day. Then, it’s take care of both dogs, myself, remember to take my meds, eat something, clean the house, make dinner if he hasn’t brought anything home, find something to do, and then wake him up which usually takes 2 hours or more since he’s exhausted. Sometimes I barely get in a good morning kiss or a good night kiss because of not having the luxury of seeing him. Being a stay at home dog mom/wifey is not by any means easy, glamourous, or a damn luxury. There’s bills to worry about, a house to keep up, a fridge to keep stocked, and above all else missing Marcus like crazy. We don’t get date nights, and if and when we do it’s so we have time to grocery shop together. I appreciate every little thing he does for us don’t get me wrong. I just realize that there are so many people who see our situation and think we’ve got it easy. We don’t. It’s not. So all in all, there is your glimpse of our life, and that’s not even everything. Thank you guys for all the love and support as always. Much love.