The Inattentive Butler
Hubby has been waiting on me hand-and-foot for the past 8 days since I came home from the hospital. He has never had to be so Johnny-on-the-spot with the help and I think he’s getting a little tired of his role as butler. I asked him for some peanut butter toast and he responded that it was something I could probably make for myself. The hell you say!
When I had back surgery 10 years ago, my son was the one who helped me the most. Sure, hubby did the shopping and the heavy lifting, but my son cooked my meals (microwave entrees mostly), performed light housekeeping duties, and brought things to my bedside so I wouldn’t have to get up unnecessarily. He kept me company when he wasn’t at school and was generally helpful and kind. That’s the kind of boy I raised.
Hubby, on the other hand, is used to being waited on. I blame myself for this. He works hard so I try to make his evenings as stress-free and relaxing as possible. I am happy to see him when he gets home, so I bring him something to drink (root beer, not a martini), refresh his glass when necessary, and try to make his evening hours pleasant. That’s the kind of wife I am.
I won’t be ready to resume my normal housekeeping and shopping routine for several weeks, but I think my days of complete helplessness are over. Hubby sees that I am regaining my strength and he doesn’t want to do things for me that I am able to do for myself…mainly because he’s had enough servitude, but partly because it’s good for me to be moving around a little more.
So I thank you dear hubby for all of your help. Now, about that toast…
When I had back surgery 10 years ago, my son was the one who helped me the most. Sure, hubby did the shopping and the heavy lifting, but my son cooked my meals (microwave entrees mostly), performed light housekeeping duties, and brought things to my bedside so I wouldn’t have to get up unnecessarily. He kept me company when he wasn’t at school and was generally helpful and kind. That’s the kind of boy I raised.
Hubby, on the other hand, is used to being waited on. I blame myself for this. He works hard so I try to make his evenings as stress-free and relaxing as possible. I am happy to see him when he gets home, so I bring him something to drink (root beer, not a martini), refresh his glass when necessary, and try to make his evening hours pleasant. That’s the kind of wife I am.
I won’t be ready to resume my normal housekeeping and shopping routine for several weeks, but I think my days of complete helplessness are over. Hubby sees that I am regaining my strength and he doesn’t want to do things for me that I am able to do for myself…mainly because he’s had enough servitude, but partly because it’s good for me to be moving around a little more.
So I thank you dear hubby for all of your help. Now, about that toast…
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Thursday, June 21, 2007
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