Six days post surgery: "I just want to tell you thank you for everything you are doing. You've been doing it all, even after your surgery." Which one of you called him and tipped him off? He even warmed up the van for me before I went to the bank.
However, I'm still thinking of selling some of my services. Did you know that when he comes home from Fed Ex in the am in the winter his feet are FROZEN? I mean, it's bad. Nothing helps keep them warm. Every morning I offer to wrap them in warm towels, and dry towels and blankets so they will warm faster as he sleeps. And every day, he says no. He wakes up and they are still frozen.
Today he was out snowblowing. It's cold out. I made him a hot sandwhich and hot chocolate. He wouldn't have the hot chocolate. Fattening.
And the list goes on and on like this. I baked him a big chocolate chip cookie in the shape of a heart and he took one bite and gave it to the kids. Fattening again.
I make him lunch every day. I made it today, too, but I can't stray from the norm or else he puts it back. Today I gave him some soup (not healthy request, so it got put back), and a lean pocket because he loves those and I'd already made him a hot turkey sandwhich. That got put back too. He asked for another turkey sandwhich, with spinach.
I'm starting to get it. Nothing fun, no fun comfort foods if it isn't on a weekend. Therefore, maybe I'll sell my other services (minus sex, perv's!) to someone who won't tell me no all the time. Maybe I wouldn't have to keep finding bigger ways to give to people who will accept my love if he'd just knock it off and appreciate it? If I were his mom, he wouldn't say no to me for everything I offer.
I'm not really ranting, just noticing. But HEY! He noticed that I held the fort while I recovered. YAY HIM.
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