My leukemia's back.

[sourland]

I can't work around my husband. . .

Here is our rule: every project needs a boss. The 'boss' determines what needs to be done, and the helper just does it without comment. I can do that when SHE is 'boss', but she has to give input when I am 'boss'. Why is that?

Back in the days of wallpaper and wallpapering the kids would plan play dates away from home while we were working. Now it's the dog who becomes concerned when the Princess becomes irritating. What, me? I'm nearly perfect.

 

[Bunnylady]

*sigh* But that's the problem, Sour - these are usually things that I don't need help with. He's not helping, just critiquing, and the real problem is that I'm not paying attention to him. Yep, it ain't just in football that guys want to have a "cheerleader" around.

But, besides the "I could be productively doing something else" thought that keeps intruding when he wants me to just hang around while he works, there's another problem - he yells at things that don't work like he thinks they should. I grumble and whine, but I don't yell - I find that much noise highly stressful. So I put up with it as long as I can, then go do something else. I have been known to poke my head in the doorway and ask, "are you done screaming at things, or do I need to go find some more stuff to do?"

 

[sourland]

My mother used to say, "Only a crazy man yells at inanimate objects." My father and I qualified.

I talk to my shirts. Is that crazy?

 

[Bunnylady]

My mother used to say, "Only a crazy man yells at inanimate objects."  My father and I qualified.

I talk to my shirts.  Is that crazy?

That depends - do they answer?

 

[3goodeggs]

My husband talks to his misplaced glasses. "Where are you? I can't see. Speak up."

 

[sourland]

That depends - do they answer?

Well, yes of course. They are highly competitive as to who gets out of the closet.

 

[Bunnylady]

Quote: Is it because they love you and want to wrap themselves around you, or are they just tired of hanging around all day?

 

[lazy gardener]

I was going to dust the furniture this morning but I looked around and everything seemed to have plenty so I didn't need to.

Blooie, did I ever tell you that my day is not complete without your words of wisdom? Love ya sis!!!

We just go with a good smattering of dog hair and call it good.

Oh, and since it's (almost) October, the cobwebs are now a design statement. I swear, some of those Breyer horses ringing my livingroom would fall down if I pulled those webs off......

Honey decided he wanted to clean the garage yesterday, and who am I to argue? I used to completely resent that he wanted me to "just be with him" while he did things like this. I felt I had plenty of my own things to do, grumble grumble grumble. But, after taking the Love and Respect class a few years ago, and listening to how having the woman present often energizes the man, I've become more okay with it. It's hard to feel useless, cause I can't help him with the heavy lifting. Plus, over the years some of our cats had gotten in and used the garage for a toilet

. With my lung issues recently, cat poop is the last thing I need to be inhaling! So, Eve and I sat outside the garage in the shade and chatted with Honey as he worked. Well, I chatted, Eve kind of snored. He got a huge amount of stuff cleared out and a lot of rearranging done and now there's actually room to get from point A to point B without turning sideways

Spiders are fine in my house, as long as they stay out of the bedroom. I don't want them dropping down on my face while I try to sleep. Besides, they eat all the other bugs. Synergy, or simply company during work projects is part of the power of the RING! I have so much more energy when hubby and I work together, and we both think better when we are together. Never heard the term Breyer horses. Splain please???

My husband and I figured out years ago that we get more done together than separate. Even if I am in a different greenhouse doing something else, we have a synergistic affect on one another.( I think knowing that he is suffering also lowers my resentment and I spend more energy accomplishing something rather than griping in my head about it. )

This has been such a miserable allergy summer, the poor guy has had to carry me. I have not earned my keep at all. All this rain makes for grass pollen and mold spores.

I can not even be outside to trim the hedges. I really hate being stuck inside. I start to grumble and I think of Rachel and her 100 days of confinement and I suck it up.
I wish to be a better person because you all are such inspirations.

I miss exercise though. It is difficult, but winter is coming and maybe by February we will have a killing frost.
Did that sound like griping? That may have been griping.
sorry.

Not griping. Now, I'm complaining that today is once again a hot day. 79* right now. THAT's GRIPING!!!

My mother used to say, "Only a crazy man yells at inanimate objects." My father and I qualified.

I talk to my shirts. Is that crazy?

I talk to inanimate objects all the time. Usually, it's questions... like: "Now, where did you go?" I've been known to look for my glasses while they are sitting on my face. But, here's the dilemma: Is it truly inanimate if it can constantly move and seek new hiding places???

Is it because they love you and want to wrap themselves around you, or are they just tired of hanging around all day?

You get 2 bonus points for that one!!!

 

[sourland]

Is it because they love you and want to wrap themselves around you, or are they just tired of hanging around all day?

I could only wish for the first but must admit that the latter is more likely.

 

[N F C]

I can't keep up with you guys today, you're all too funny! Maybe I'll be able to tomorrow, after a good night's sleep. Or a vitamin pill. Or something.