Being out of commission for three weeks gave me a wake up call as to taking better care of myself. It also gave me a wake up call as to how my family could drive me crazy.
I know I push myself. My family makes it real easy to push myself. On the first Saturday that I was sick, before I knew how sick I was, we had tickets to see a Broadway show with friends of ours. We were supposed to have dinner before. The day before I told him that I would go to the show, but I was going to skip dinner so I could rest a little more. He was idiot about this. I won’t even discuss what he wrote, but we’ll leave it at guilt trip. So I went to dinner, feeling like crap. Here’s the next secret: I am not soon forgetting my Husband’s attitude. I’m not blaming him for my going: that’s on me. But…
I was also not happy with his take on doing household chores. I told him he needed to wash the towels and robes. All of a sudden he forgot what a robe looked like. And he threw a hissy fit when he couldn’t “find” the robes- he needed help. You know, cause the robes hanging on the wall behind the bathroom door were hiding. He practically stamped his feet.
And my daughter. She was not an innocent in this charade. When I asked her to feed the pets I got ‘Oh, the smell makes me nauseous.” We use dry food…what smell?
And the apartment.
OMG the state they left the apartment in.
And then they complained I was making the mess. I spent the better part of the week on the couch. i didn’t leave piles of clothes on the floor. I didn’t leave my husbands new shoes in the front hallway. I didn’t leave glasses on literally every flat surface in the apartment. I washed my soup bowl and spoon and tea mug. I slept and took medicine. They just left crockery everywhere.
In the mornings, even if I was awake, I pretended to be asleep so they wouldn’t ask me questions. I didn’t want to disclose the location of keys and water bottles and tennis rackets. I didn’t want to answer stupid questions. I didn’t want to walk the dog. The upside is, they let me sleep.
I’m not going to forget their behavior. I might not forgive them either. They were more horrible than they were helpful. But I realized that I was responsible for their lack of responsibility. So this is another change that I have to work on: getting them to take responsibility for the home. I shouldn’t have to ask for help: they should be doing things because this is part of the home we share. Plates should be left in the sink, or better yet washed. Garbage should just be thrown out when you see it’s full. Replace the toilet paper roll. Seriously. Just put the roll on the little spinny thing.
It’s funny that I’m writing this today, as my Husband just left for a boys trip to celebrate him and his friend turning 50. And I can guarantee you that dished will be put away and clothes will not be piled on the floor. But I do plan on going away for a few days so that my family can fend for itself…