This morning, when I went to grab a glass out of the cabinet for my morning chug of 10oz, the cupboard was empty. “That’s right,” I said to myself, “The dishwasher hasn’t been emptied.” So I grabbed a smaller glass from the cupboard and drank twice as much. Then, after letting the dogs out to do their thing, I came back into the kitchen to empty the dishwasher and found that Husband had already put the silverware away. All of the other clean dishes were still tucked in their little spots in the dishwasher but the silverware was nestled happily in their slots in the drawer.
Why did he put the silverware away but nothing else? Likely because when he went to make his breakfast yesterday, he needed a butter knife and the butter knives were all in the dishwasher so he pulled out the silverware caddy, put them all away, grabbed his butter knife from the now full slot in the drawer and went about his day not doing a thing about all the other clean dishes who wished to go home. I’m sure, if I were a psychologist, I could label him and ensure me that putting the silverware away but nothing else was not a conscious thing and not a dig at me. Whatever. I think he does it on purpose. I think he thinks, “Hum… ej hasn’t had much to ponder or complain about so why don’t I only do one part of a job and leave the rest for her.” And then giggles to himself manically while buttering his bread. I'm some psychologists would have something to say about my interpretation of Husband's actions but they can bite me. Why? Because normally this would send me into a rant. I’d build up the silly dishwasher inconvenience into an irritation and fan it until it turned into a fight. But today I’m choosing to see it as this: I’m healed enough for him to quit his Nurse Shrek job and just be Husband again. And so, instead of waiting until he woke up to launch into a list of things he’s done wrong, I covered Boot in a pillowcase, strapped that sucker on and went out and weeded the front yard. I didn’t last long. And I’m pretty sure I just pulled the tops of the majority of the weeds. And Broken Ankle is now swollen to the size of my thigh – the good fat with muscles thigh - BUT I am no longer Whiney Useless Patient ej. I’m back to being mostly me. Albeit I list to one side and have a very big fat purple foot and I won't be moving the rest of the day but I’m ME again. Half full clean dishwasher and badly weeded patch of garden aside, it’s a good day!
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AuthorMy name is ej. I'm a girl. I say that because with the short hair and the short initials, folks aren't always sure. More brilliant insights to who I am in About me Archives
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