Once again The Man is reigning over his kingdom. He sits upon his throne, (the red naugahyde kitchen chair) and rules his roost. (Maybe I should have titled this blog "The Rooster") I think I may buy him a crown and scepter for Christmas. Oooo. and a red velvet cape. Then he really would look like the king of the castle! Anything has to be better than underwear and a tee shirt greeting me first thing in the morning.
The Man has been living "on his own" (with his nephew 24 hours a day and aids coming in 3-4 hours EVERY day) for the past 6 months. He has totally forgotten everything I "taught" him and has reverted to his primal state of giving orders to everyone and anyone. I AM NOT A HAPPY CAMPER !! It has taken me nearly 10 years of "training" to get The Man to a point where he does not have to direct my every move. And now, we are back at square one.
I am sure all the helpers who come in are in need of directions. Because common sense no longer exists it has become necessary to give step by step directions on how to change the toilet paper roll, how to boil water, how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and numerous other simple tasks. It boggles my mind how these people can function in the world on their own. The best one was the girl who changed the sheets on the bed and put the flat sheet on first with the fitted sheet over it. GOOD LORD !!!
Well this is surely the place to come because The Man thrives on giving directions. He gets up in the morning, gets his cup of coffee and begins makings a list of things he wants the helpers to do. Then, like a spider in its web, he waits for the first unsuspecting fly to enter his kitchen. From that point on the helper is not allowed to do ANYTHING without the step by step instructions of The King.
I am not picking on The Man because I realize that he wants things done a certain way in his home. I feel the exact same way when someone is helping me in my house. The difference between the 2 of us is in how the asking is done. I will ask someone to grab the dishes and put them on the table. The Man will start with something like this: "You see that cabinet over there?" (no pointing or any other indication of what cabinet he is talking about.). "Go to the cabinet and open the door. Reach inside and take out 2 dishes, the big ones with the flowers on them, and bring them to the table. Don't forget to close the cabinet door. Put one of the dishes on this side of the table and put the second one across from it." By the time he gives all his directions dinner has burned.
The Man does this will EVERYTHING as I have mentioned numerous times in numerous blogs. But after his living "alone" and me living alone for 6 months I am out of practice on keeping my patience. The minute he starts with giving me directions I want to reach across the room and slap him silly. This morning was a perfect example. I wanted to wash the bath mats and towels from the bathroom. I have been here a week and these items are looking like they have not been washed since the last time I was here six months ago. The helpers have learned, as have I, not to do anything without first asking permission. (It gives The Man the illusion of "being in charge". You and I know better.). I am sure that the helpers have never given a thought to washing the mats and if they had I know The Man would have told them "no, they're fine." So I gathered the mats and towels and walked into the throne room where I said to the king, " I would like to wash all these mats and towels. Is that OK with you?" Naturally he knew the correct answer was "Yes. They really need washing."
Now because the idea wasn't his to start with I now had to endure the endless directions on how to wash a towel. (As if I have never done this in my 80 years on earth.) The Man went through his step by step directions to make sure I knew how to turn on the washer and what the settings should be on the machine. You would be SO proud of me.! I just let him talk, (I did not bother to listen but I gave a good performance.). I washed the items exactly the way I have been for years on end. Thanked The Man for his help and went into the bedroom to scream into my pillow.
I think there may be a "come to Jesus" moment where I explain to The Man that I do not like him thinking he is the only one around here who knows how to do anything. And basically he should just SHUT THE HELL UP!
OR
WE will just continue on as we have for the last 10 years where he thinks he's in charge but you, me and the man in the moon all know who's REALLY running this show.
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