Why is it that the person in your life who stresses you out the most is the one always telling you to RELAX ?
I am not one to sit down and do nothing for hours on end. I'm not saying that I might actually enjoy being in solitary confinement for a decade or two but my normal mode is one where I am constantly moving. I enjoy rainy days alone at home binge watching something on TV but when I do that there is always that little voice in my head telling me to go do . . . whatever. I have NEVER said "I'm bored" except when The Man is giving me detailed descriptions of how he washes himself off in the shower. (Yes, he actually spent a good ten minutes the other day taking me step by step on his shower routine . "First I turn the light on in the bathroom and then I . . . You really. do NOT want to hear the rest. ). It drives me CRAZY when he goes through the steps of how he does something. Meanwhile when he wants something I need to play twenty questions to figure out exactly what the hell he is talking about. (Like when he has me searching for something in a drawer. It goes something like, "Would you get me that thing that I put in the drawer the other day." What thing? What room is this drawer in? Which dresser in the room are we talking about? Drives me nuts !!!! And he gets frustrated when I ask my questions, as if to say, "What is wrong with you woman? Can't you do anything?" I have yet to snap back with a sarcastic comment but it is getting harder to swallow the thoughts in my head.
So now we have spent a good part of the day finding and doing things for The Man. By late afternoon all I want to do is go take a nice little nap. Problem is that The Man has been napping ALL afternoon. Four hours at least. During that time I am catching up on stuff I want/need to do. There is never enough time in my world. Would I love to sit and read for a few hours? You bet ! Would I like to do a craft ? Oh my yes! How about just sitting quietly in a corner playing on my I Pad? Hell Yes !! But it seldom happens. And it is getting worse as The Man's health gets worse.
So when I have gotten up for the three hundredth time to get/do for The Man and I am getting a little PISSED he has the balls to say . . ."RELAX!" The he proceeds to. tell me I "DO TOO MUCH".
WHAT !!!!!!!!!!! Who am I doing too much for ??????????????????
Let me give you a perfect example that happened last night. The Man washes up right after dinner so that he is settled in bed by 7 or 7:30. At that time of the night I am just finishing cleaning up from dinner and have to still do a bunch of things that I kept meaning to do during the day. I FINALLY get to shower and make it into the bedroom by 9:00 PM. I am no where near to climbing INTO the bed because now is when The Man decides he needs cold water. Then he needs water in his C Pap machine. And he left the curtain open so could. I please close it? Next he remembers that he has left his phone on the kitchen table, would I please get it for him. By now we are heading toward 9:30 and all I want to do is crawl into bed. I usually get one foot in the bed when he remembers he didn't turn down his oxygen concentrator. Or at least he THINKS he didn't turn it down. Would I go check it out? OK we finally get that settled, I climb into bed and ten minutes later he decides he would like some ice cream.
By how you must have a pretty good idea of just what I would like to do with his ice cream.
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