If ever there was anyone who could throw a wet blanket on me it is The Man. Things are getting tougher for him every day and that equals my life getting harder. I'm not g going to say I am not complaining because I AM !!!!
There has been a big change in The Man over the last 12 months. His breathing has gotten so much worse and his stamina is at an all time low. Yet he carries on. And so must I. I have always believed and continue to believe that God has put me here for a reason. But Good God it isn't easy.
I am here in the upper reaches of Michigan for the winter. I have a perfectly good condo in Florida, (Which my daughter and her family are living in because their beautiful, big house has become a Petri dish for mold. Their floors, ceilings and walls are being torn up and replaced with hopes of getting rid of the mold. So they moved into my condo for a couple of months. I do believe that this too is part of Gods plan. Even if I wanted to jump ship and run back to my home I can't because there is no room for me.
So here I am ! I really don't mind being here on the farm in the cold. It's wonderful to take a walk and not be sweating like a pig. (Do pigs really sweat?). The sunsets are amazing and the people are so lovely. Even The Man is happy here in his home. Mostly . . . because his breathing is so much worse that makes him VERY anxious. And when he is anxious he is short tempered and stubborn as a mule. (I do know mules really ARE stubborn.) I understand all this but it sure as hell is not fun to deal with. I am feeling like I did when living with Husband, never relaxed, always on edge waiting for the next explosion. (The men in my life have never really exploded. They leave that to me. Instead there are "the looks" and the "silence" which is almost worse.
Anyway, tonight I got a surprise phone call from my oldest child and his wife. They were calling to ask if I would like them to fly from Atlanta, GA to MI at Christmas and visit for a couple of days. WOOPIE !!!! My son has been to the farm for a few hours when he was on a business trip up this way but my daughter-in-law and grand daughter have never experienced being a Yooper. (A person who lives in the UP). I would LOVE LOVE LOVE them to all come to see this wonderful place. They will not stay with us, they will rent a car, they will arrive Christmas evening and stay for 2 full days before returning home.
Because I am staying up here until February and will miss spending the holidays with my family so this is a WONDERFUL gift. I was so excited !!!! When we got off the phone The Man was napping so I kept myself from running around the house all excited. My DIL said they would check out flights and hotels and dates and let me know what they come up with. We would talk again before final arrangements were made.
When You Know Who got up from his nap I let him adjust to being awake, I offered him a Bloody Mary and I started dinner. When I handed him his drink I sat down and told him about my phone call from GA. I totally played it down knowing full well what the response would be. (The Man does NOT like change).
Sure enough, true to form The Man got all excited and upset. I could hear his mind working over time. He was finding all the reasons why my family should not come to visit me for Christmas. There were a thousand "What Ifs". I deflected every one of them with sanity and reason. Then he tried, "I really wish you had discussed this with me before making a commitment." HELLO !!!! What do you think we are doing sitting here ??????????? Good Grief Charlie Brown !
Normally I would have given him a "whatever, I know you don't like change, I'll tell them not to come" but for crying out loud . . . give me a break. I am here for the winter, giving up the Hollidays with my kids and he is going to piss about 2 days? I DO understand he is not wanting to share me, it is a minor change but my kids are not going to be sitting at the kitchen table staring at us for hours on end like the "helpers" that are here 7 days a week. These women come in, sit down at the kitchen table and do not move unless you specifically ask them to do something. But I digress . . .
Anyway, My son and family are coming to MI at Christmas with or without the "blessing" of The Man. I will go spend 2 days in a hotel with them if they are not welcome here. (I know that won't happen) But for heavens sake I need to get this man on Prozac !!!!!
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