Why does everything seem so compressed? My brain feels like mush as I try and coordinate all the little details that need attention. I realize how much I rely on my DH. I know everyone says that, especially after an incident, but I mean I REALLY rely on him. My DH has the heart of a LION. He goes out for the hunting and gathering to bring it back for the cubs and his mate. He works so many hours to assure we have a beautiful home, food on the table, cars in the garage. We have always had a joke about boy jobs and girl jobs. He takes care of pretty much everything outside the door, I try to take care of everything inside the door. Coming from a modern feminist woman, I'm sure that would frazzle the sensibilities of a lot of people. But it works well for us. I love making our home beautiful, I love cooking, I love decorating. Most of all, I love to spoil my DH and our kids and grandkids. They are my world. When I quit work a few years ago, I was flailing about thinking "what am I gonna do now?" DH said "Pamper me!" which I admit, I love doing. He is a TIGER: protecting us from predators and the boogey man. How he makes us feel loved. he is always there, the guiding light, the calm one, but the one who will fight to the death for his family. He is a BEAR, specifically a Koala, a cuddly, sweet, loving man who treats his wife like gold, who makes her feel like she is the most precious thing that ever walked the face of the earth. Ha. The joke is on him...He is so loved by so many and I can never repay him for all his love and care. I know he is worried about losing his independence. I get that. Who wants to think their driving days may be over? Who wants to think they must suddenly possibly quit work? Certainly no one, but it is a privilege to be able to care for him as he has lovingly cared for us. It is not a burden, it is a joy. However, the hardest thing is to try and disguise it: Don't let him know I'm being a control freak.
Now about the SNAKE. I remember many years ago listening to the story of the Garden of Eden. The person relating the story made the comment that a lot of yucky things seem to have a "hiss" to them. Ssslither. Sssneaky. Sssnake. Now add another thing to that: Ssstroke. This sneaky slithery snaky thing that has attacked my DH's brain crept up and took over. When we are traveling in the desert areas, there are many warning signs about snakes: "when hiking, watch for cool, rocky areas where a snake might lie" "Stay back if you see a coiled snake ready to strike." There should be warning signs attached to fatty foods, sodium, your couch: "Eating this, ingesting that, or laying about on this might cause severe health issues that may strike w/o warning...be aware!" We hear it so often: Diet, Exercise, lower sodium, lower stress, blah blah blah, but then that slithery snake hits w/o warning and we think instantly: "oops, didn't do enough! what was I thinking?" Well, sometimes no matter what you do, no matter how you prepare, that sneaky snake comes slithering into your lives and you just have to buck up and do damage control. I want to figure out how to stop the bleeding and how to heal the wounds of the nasty snake bite. I love you sweetheart, my Koala.
No comments:
Post a Comment