Questions I get asked constantly: “Isn’t it nice to have someone to cook for you all the time?” “Do you get gourmet dinners every night?” “Don’t you get tons of delicious leftovers from his restaurant?”
Although it is incredibly nice to have someone that cooks for me sometimes, and yes, I do get gourmet dinners from time to time, being married to a chef is nothing like this. And after reading this horribly misinformed post the other day, I decided I should shed some light on the subject and let you in on an average day in the life of a chef wife.
6:35 am: My alarm goes off. I hit snooze a couple times and then pull myself out of bed and into the shower to get ready for my job as a manager at a marketing agency in the city.
7:30 am: I finish showering and get dressed in the dark so I don’t wake Colby up, who hasn’t stirred. I get ready, let our dog out, and kiss Colby a few times to figure out if he’s going to wake up before I leave or not. I make a PB&J for lunch or throw some leftovers into a tupperware to take to work.
8:00 am: Depending on Colby’s level of consciousness, I either make a protein shake for both of us or grab a yogurt on the way out the door. If he’s up, we eat breakfast in bed together, and if not, I surf Facebook quick before I leave.
8:15 am: I drive the 25 minutes to work, listening to the audiobook that Colby and I are currently on. Today, it happens to be All The Light We Cannot See. I’m beating him and am totally going to finish before him.
8:40 am: I arrive at work. I’m fortunate to work at an office that’s flexible on office time, so I usually try to get there a little before 9:00 so I can leave early and miss traffic on my way home.
8:40 am – 4:40 pm: My day is filled with meetings, content creation, talk of SEO and market research, and making sure clients are happy and everything gets done on time. I usually don’t take a lunch break, opting to eat my sandwich at my desk while I work on some social media promotion. Colby is usually up by 9:30 at the latest, so sometimes I message him on Facebook if work is slow, but at 2:00 he heads into work and our conversation stops.
4:40 pm: I head out for the day and turn on my audiobook again. The notification pops up that Colby is still half an hour behind me on it, and it’s a silent victory.
5:10 pm: I get to the gym and do my workout alone, which I love. If it’s a strength training day, I usually don’t listen to music, but if it’s cardio, I sometimes watch an episode of Biggest Loser on my phone while I’m on the treadmill (the ultimate workout motivation).
6:00 pm: I get home and feed Amaya dinner while I whip up some quesadillas. If I’m really feeling motivated, I might make some chicken or salmon, mainly so I can have leftovers for the next day’s lunch.
7:00 pm: It’s time to take Amaya on a walk through the neighborhood. This is one of my favorite parts of the day – I finally get outside and spend time with cute little Amaya. I never listen to music or the audiobook during our walks, either. I like to be fully present.
7:45 pm: There are still at least three hours to go until Colby gets home. What do I do now? I choose between cleaning, blogging, reading, or watching Netflix. I usually have time for more than one.
9:00 pm: A text comes in from Colby: “Ugh work is slammed.” Me: “Sorry babe. When do you think you’ll be home?” Sometimes I don’t get an answer, sometimes it’s “Hopefully leave around 10:30.” I know he’s busy, so I don’t text again.
10:30 pm: It’s getting harder to stay up and wait for him, but I know that if I don’t, we won’t really get to talk until the next night. I cuddle with Amaya and try not to fall asleep on the couch.
11:00 pm: Colby walks through the door and I try to wake up. He tells me about what happened in the kitchen that day, and I tell him about my day at work. He doesn’t have leftovers with him because he’s not allowed to bring any home. We have time for one episode of The Office.
12:00 am: I head to bed while Colby surfs Reddit on his phone next to me, which helps him wind down from the chaotic restaurant environment. I drift off into sleep, happy to have the passionate, funny, driven man I love home, and thinking about how worth it this life is. And it starts all over.
Do any of you or your husbands have jobs that are different from what people think they are? I would love to hear! Also, if you’re interested in reading more about what life as a chef wife is like, I would encourage you to check out my friend Jennifer’s blog, Emulsified Family!