I'd just like to know why, when I am apparently the one in need of rest and recovery time, am I still the one:
Remembering other people's appointments (and those I haven't reminded for have been forgotten)
Doing, it seems to me, all the housework that gets done (not a huge amount, admittedly)
Tidying up other people's things
Finding other people's lost items (which were buried under their dumped papers, books, old pizza boxes etc)
Trying to solve an increasingly unsolveable insurance claim (none of the three people who we thought had various responsiblities for unforeseen events will cover the rotted window frame)
Organising car repairs and services (which we can't afford)
Worrying about / trying to discuss our money situation
Keeping in touch with those I thought were friends / colleagues / support for me (I've had no phone calls from anyone who knows me in "3D" except for those i have initiated)
I'm trying not to do it, really I am. But if I don't there will be no washing done, no laundry put away, the floor will gradually become covered with the things other people drop and I can't even think about the financial repercussions. Meantime I am struggling with tiredness, greyness, and massive abandonment issues (in therapy sessions if real life wasn't enough).
End of rant.
I'm a rambling mass of inconsistencies, some hidden and some all too apparent. A "messy human", wishing to be visible and yet invisible, cherishing my differences but longing to fit in.
Blogs I read
- A Fortunate Man
- A Long Walk to Forever
- Awareness
- Dare to Dream
- Fighting the Urge
- Frolicking Through Llife
- Good in parts
- I'm a Medical Student...
- Lake Cocytus
- Mandy
- Marcella
- Medicines, Animals and a Dream
- Mental nurse
- Mouse
- Nearly time
- Neenaw
- One Pedestrian Away
- Pip
- Pole to Polar
- Police Inspector Blog
- Rainbow Dreams
- Random Acts of Reality
- Rufus May
- Schizophrenia - a Carer's Story
- Seratonin
- The fight for Mrs Carr
- The muddled marketplace
- There and Back
- Traumaqueen
- Useless CPN
2 comments:
Sorry, hope this will cheer you up rather than crash your blog
Ken's Story
It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it
becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as
when they were younger. When you notice this, try not to yell at them.
Some are oversensitive, and there's nothing worse than an oversensitive
woman.
My name is Ken.
Let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife, Janet. When I
took "early retirement" last year, it became necessary for Janet to get
a full-time job along with her part- time job, both for extra income and
for the health benefits that we needed.
Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show
her age. I usually get home from the golf course about the same time she
gets home from work.
Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to
rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at
her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets
dinner on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the
club, so eating out is not reasonable. I'm ready for some home cooked
grub when I hit that door.
She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating. But now it's
not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner.
I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each
evening that they won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates
this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes
to bed.
Another symptom of aging is complaining, I think. For example she will
say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the monthly bills
during her lunch hour. But, boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I
just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over
two or even three days. That way she won't have to rush so much. I also
remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her
any (if you know what I mean). I like to think tact is one of my strong
points.
When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods.
She had to take a break when she was only half finished mowing the yard.
I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a
nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for
awhile. And, as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well
make one for me too.
I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Janet.
I'm not saying that showing this much consideration is easy. Any men
will find it difficult. Some will find it impossible! Nobody knows
better than I do how frustrating women get as they get older.
However, guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less
criticism of your aging wife because of this article, I will consider
that writing it was well worthwhile.
After all, we are put on this earth to help each other.....
Signed
Ken
EDITOR'S NOTE:
Ken died suddenly on May 27th. The police report says that he was found
with an extra long 50-inch golf club rammed up his backside with only
two inches of the handle showing.
His wife Janet was arrested and charged with murder; however, the
all-woman jury found her Not Guilty, accepting her defence that he
accidentally sat down on it...
Thank you, Marcella. It did make me smile. In a vindictive moment i did consider printing it off and leaving it lying around... but I suspect it wouldn't improve matters!
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