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CRS has set in so I guess whenever I have a day of multiple journal topics like yesterday I should make notes. Today my mind is a blank slate. I keep patting my pockets trying to find the great ideas I misplaced.
So here's a vent. Maybe getting this out of the way will clear the way for something interesting.
My DH is the King of Sabatogers and Patience Testers. I had to restart the clock again last night on Refrigerator Reform. Ever since my slip a few of weeks ago I'd been doing well with my 'walking to the market one bag at a time' method. And nobody starved.
But then HE sat me down Sunday and rattled off a list of food requests that would choke a herd of horses. Prime Rib Roast. Porterhouse Steak. Rack of Lamb. Whole Turkey. Roasted Hen. And on and on. Note to self: block the Food Channel from the satellite menu. It's creating havoc in Bellawood.
Needless to say, our little corner market, though well stocked with many beef, pork and poultry items, does not carry specialty items like those. Sigh. So list in hand off I went to the BigMart last night. I now have a turkey thawing in the fridge and will have to special order the rack & roasts. My freezer only holds so much at any one time anyway. Crazy man.
The challenging part is that as his COPD worsens the need to eat smaller portions intensifies or he'll be bloated and uncomfortable. He's hungry so I'm now serving him small amounts to eat about 6-8 times a day. And it's never right. It's always too much or too little. Ahh the Bears never knew the thrill of sharing space with Goldilocks on steriods.
His 'list' was delivered with the caveat of 'there, now, just chose, prepare and serve. Don't keep asking me what I want. I'm tired of thinking about it.'
Oh really? Oh, you poor thing. You're tired of thinking about what you want to eat. Awww. I know he's a sick man but if looks could kill I'd be wearing Widow Weeds today.
I knew the passive dining wouldn't last though. As I began rattling skillets in preparation for his breakfast this morning he started backsliding.
"What are you fixing for me?"
'Grilled rib-eye steak, eggs sunny side up, hashbrowns, country gravy, sliced tomato and wheat toast.' He can't see into the kitchen from his chair in the living room. I was lying of course. I'd yet to set any food out. This wasn't my first rodeo.
"Eh...."
'Eh ... what?'
"I don't feel like that for breakfast. What else you got?"
'Sausage and scrambled eggs with cheese wrapped in a toasted flour tortilla.' I'm just leaning with my back against the counter, arms folded, staring at the ceiling, calling out menu suggestions and counting to ten.
"Eh...."
'Waffles?'
"Eh...."
'Pancakes?'
"Eh...."
'What would you like, my darling?'
"Oatmeal and blueberries."
'Okie doke.'
I imagine when I journal these vents about married life I'm breaking the vow of 'honor' but it's better than bashing his head in with a cast iron skillet, right?
Bella
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LOL Bella and OMG. You get the medal for patience. I know it isn't funny but I can picture you standing in the kitchen, arms folded, rattling off all the things you mentioned and his face - it must have been priceless. Oatmeal and blueberries - men. Vent away my darling, no honour broken here. There is no where in the vows that I remember "thou shalt not vent to a good friend when husband ticks you off" Goodness knows I've done my share of husband bashing (not that you bashed, you were very gentle). Mine just hasn't pissed me off lately :) Hugs honey.
17 Jul 13 by member: sarahsmum
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ROFL, vintage, Bella. Gosh. He has some sense of humour. Either that, or you do.
17 Jul 13 by member: Helewis
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I think the saying my mom would use to describe this situation would be, "That's enough to make a preacher swear!" I never considered that venting on stuff that bugs us about our mates would be breaking the vow to "honor"... interesting now that you pointed it out. But, as you said, it is healthier for all involved sometimes to get these things off our chest rather than let them stew and fester and cause an out of control explosion (where the frying pan might, indeed, come out). However, it sounds like you've got his number and are able to maintain a bit of sanity throughout by not getting caught in the middle of preparations for a meal he doesn't feel like eating. Weight control is a challenge, no matter how you slice it. I guess some of us just get a bigger slice from time to time :(
17 Jul 13 by member: evelyn64
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LMAO..Oh how I know the feeling of that last statement..I mean when you rattle off all that you could fix and they say no to every one of them...but they are starving after you just fed them not 2 hours ago...
Yeah been to that rodeo too many times as well..I finally say "well looks like your just going to have to fix something your self"..then says well just fix what ever and I'll eat it...Men can be soooooo!!!!!!!..Hugs dear..Hugs...:O)
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Bella you get an extra star in your crown for your patience and fortitude. He has a magnificent partner to care for him so lovingly.
17 Jul 13 by member: sharonfriz
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Yes, my Angel, you are an angel to him too. Don't know how you do it all & keep your positive attitude-- you are such an inspiration!. He is so lucky to have you! Xoxoxo
17 Jul 13 by member: Ruhu
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What a saint you are you lil devil you!
18 Jul 13 by member: Neptunebch
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Journal def better than skillet head bashing! Glad you made the choice to support the virtual pen rather than the sword-replacement... I like reading your journals so much!!!
19 Jul 13 by member: Sweet Ce
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@Isabel - thank you my friend. You know, I can't remember if the vows were actually 'love, honor & cherish' or just 'love & cherish' - and as we didn't video record our wedding I could claim senility huh :-) @Heather - thanks. He can be really funny with his 'ways' so it helps to have a sense of humor about it or I'd go nuts @Evelyn - you know, I had to get over his 'slice of sabatoge' a long time ago - my first week of trying to eat better he'd be like 'pizza, cheeseburger, etc' and now he'll order pizza saying 'it's mushroom, you eat mushrooms, right?' as if he 'thinks' that really helps, LOL ... I tell ya, if this ain't love, I don't know what is @Bren - I figured out long ago his answer is usually 'anything BUT' ... we'd do that dance aLOT when choosing a restaurant... 'what do you feel like' would be answered with 'oh, I don't care' but when I would suggest something the response would be 'eh... I don't feel like that...' so in a small town I'd have to stop making suggestions soon or I'd end up cooking when we ran out of options for him to shoot down @Sharon - I can't claim any crowns; I put him through plenty of paces with my own special ways but he's just not able to journal about me @Angel - as Susan wrote - I'm more of a devil than a saint @ Susan - did I finally get that right? @Ce - yeah, I guess the only thing worse than journaling instead of skillet bashing would to come here and journal that I DID skillet head bash. Sure... a signed confession.. that'd help my case wouldn't it? I read yesterday some 85 year old woman has been charged with her husbands murder; he'd been missing several years and they found him buried in the front yard. Silly woman. LOL. Thanks everyone. Another day, another journal, another glimpse at Bellawood.
19 Jul 13 by member: FullaBella
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