There are a lot of words that have been used to describe me. Some not fit for print, I’m sure. But some others include Type A, extrovert, control-freak, and most definitely bossy. And you know what? I’m okay with those things. Probably because they are all true.
There has been a crusade against the word bossy lately. And I get it. A boy asserts himself and he’s a leader. A girl does it and she’s bossy. As a mom to a creative and bright girl, I find myself worrying when she seems to always be towing the line between leader and dictator. But what about if you’re the boss? Does the boss ever get to be bossy?
Well, I’ll be the first to tell you that I don’t want a boss. No one is the boss of me. Or so I thought…
Let me back this up a bit. For more than 7 years, Benj traveled for work. It started out at a week every 2 months. Then every 6 weeks, then every month. Throw in extra conferences, worldwide meetings, and events, and before I knew it, it was not uncommon for him to be gone 1-3 (or even 4!) weeks a month. For those of you keeping score at home, I was basically home alone with our kids 50% of the time. It doesn’t work for everyone, but it seemed to work for us.
Little did I know that my life was about to change. Dramatically. Benj decided to take a year leave of absence from his job (commonly referred to as The Year of Benj™ around here) and be home. All the time. I will admit that I was nervous about this transition. Could we all survive being together all day, every day? I’m pleased to report that we’ve made it nearly 3 months and we’re all still alive. Benj is happier, the kids are glad that Dad is around more, and I finally feel like I have a parenting partner and present husband.
And you think that would be enough for Benj. But no. He had to go and rope me into this little dream of his. Sure he calls me the CEO and President. But that’s just for my ego. Let’s get real. He’s calling the shots around here and it ain’t easy for me. You try going from having a half-time husband to one who’s your boss! Let me tell you, there is nothing hotter than waking up to your
husband boss whispering sweet nothings like, “Hey, how are those bylaws coming along?”
Thankfully, he’s not as bossy as I am.