Saturday, 4 October 2014

Happy holidays

Mr H has been at home for the past 2 weeks, and I have to say I am sick of the sight of him! He worked at home for a week and then had a weeks holiday, and he has spent that week hanging around the house, being grumpy, moaning and whingeing about his toothache (yes dear reader, the toothache is ongoing, 2 trips to the dentist, a course of antibiotics and countless painkillers later), his indigestion, the weather ( too warm, too dry, too windy, too cloudy etc etc). He really doesn't know what to do with himself  when not working, so I am dreading him retiring in a couple of years. It's not as if there is nothing to do, there are plenty of jobs to get on with in the house and garden, it's just that he can't just "do" something spontaneously, it has to be planned. So instead of looking at the garden and thinking " the grass needs cutting, I'll do it now, it'll only take half an hour" like a normal person would, Mr H thinks " the grass needs cutting so i'll schedule it in my plans for the day after tomorrow". Consequently he almost never cuts the grass because I do it when it needs doing, same as with any other house and garden chores. This week he has also been nagging me to clear the summerhouse out ready for winter ( he has been nagging me to do it since august bank holiday), as things like cushions get a bit damp and need putting away, but as we are still in the grip of an Indian summer, there's no need to do it just yet. This is upsetting Mr H because in his head, summer is over by the end of August and we should be snowed in, in front of a blazing fire with our winter woollies on, I, on the other hand, am enjoying this last bit of summer and will not be bullied into winter mode. And it is bullying sometimes, he goes on and on about whatever his current focus is, until he wears me down and I give in. Not this time though, summer can carry on till Christmas for me.  The thing is, yet again, it won't take long to do, 30 minutes max, but I know it is driving him mad!
Oh well, he's away next week, and I can't wait.

Hannah x

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