dixie_belle
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As time progresses, my husband gets a little fuzzier on how to do thingsotoo much for him to do. In fact, he just really shuffles around without speaking while I pick up all his dirty clothes, you know, the ones that were too dirty to put into the washing machine but are perfectly ok to leave In a pile on the outstairs steps. Because I don't mind looking at them, or smelling them or tripping over them. Sigh.
I may have lost my temper and fussed a tad about the giant messes he is always making that I have to clean up. So now he does little things to tick me off. Eat icecream after dinner and leave the dirty bowl in the sink for the maid. That would be me) Ge sleeps 14 hours a day and lays on the sofa the other hours in his undies which he tries to figure out the remote control. I fear it is too complicated for him , I'm always "fixing" it. We have had so many turturials on the remote that I think I could write the book. But it falls on deaf ears/
And so the horrible realization is that this could last another 20 years. He's crazy and I'm in heck.
I may have lost my temper and fussed a tad about the giant messes he is always making that I have to clean up. So now he does little things to tick me off. Eat icecream after dinner and leave the dirty bowl in the sink for the maid. That would be me) Ge sleeps 14 hours a day and lays on the sofa the other hours in his undies which he tries to figure out the remote control. I fear it is too complicated for him , I'm always "fixing" it. We have had so many turturials on the remote that I think I could write the book. But it falls on deaf ears/
And so the horrible realization is that this could last another 20 years. He's crazy and I'm in heck.