Mr H has been away this week, and come home this evening. We had tea, and settled down to watch TV - well he did, I was knitting, and following a complicated pattern. He chose various programmes to watch, then made a huge fuss as I wasn't very enthusiastic, mainly because I wasn't watching! After trying very hard to engage me in watching the rubbish that he enjoys, he stormed out and is now sitting in the conservatory, sulking!
I went out after a while and asked if he was sulking. "no" he said.
I came back into the living room turned off the TV, and carried on knitting in silence.
Happy Thursday everyone!
Hannah x
Thursday, 18 June 2015
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
Birthday greetings.......
This post is slightly following on (yet again!) from Laura's post at Muddlingthroughaspergers, but I'm a lot older! I'm going to be 60 in a couple of weeks, and decided I needed to celebrate, I had a party at 30, 40, and 50, but things are a bit different now, so Mr H and I decided (well I decided and he agreed) that we would book a huge luxurious holiday cottage for the weekend, and pay for my 3 sons and their girlfriends, but that the boys would treat us to one meal out for my birthday. Mr H was up for it, (although was somewhat taken aback by the price!) but it seems he didn't think it through at all. So today, I emailed him at work, to say that I had been making a list of food to take, like bacon, eggs, BBQ stuff, wine, washing up liquid/ dishwasher tabs, and also what to buy there, and got the reply "well they can buy their own can't they?" So I assume he thinks each person should take their own food, toilet roll, washing up liquid etc.......how utterly stupid. When all's said and done, I'm their mum, feeding them is what I do, even though they're in their late 20's/early 30's. So now he's in a panic, how much it's going to cost for the weekend. I know he'll moan about this for weeks now, and I wish I hadn't bothered with the birthday bash. On the upside, he thinks he might take his fishing gear and head off to a local lake for a couple of days while the rest of us enjoy ourselves!
Will keep you posted
Hannah x
Will keep you posted
Hannah x
Saturday, 6 June 2015
Excuses excuses.........
Mr H always has an excuse for not doing something that he doesn't want to do, and also an excuse for doing something that he shouldn't! And it's never his fault.
Today we've been doing gardening stuff, weeding mostly. Mr H doesn't like weeding, he prefers to do something more exciting (!) like edging the lawn (which he does once a year, and a fortnight later it looks as bad as it did before, but he's happy, he's edged the lawn, the box is ticked!). So after 5 minutes weeding, he wandered off to look for newts in the pond, while I carried on with the back breaking stuff. I went to find him after a while and asked why he wasn't helping me....." Well I'm not sure which are the weeds" was the excuse, not impressed, he could ask me if he's unsure.
After tea, I sat in the conservatory knitting and listening to the radio, he was in the front room watching TV........or perhaps not, I wandered in at 7.30pm and he was fast asleep, as he was at 8.30, and 9.30. At 9.45pm he staggered out to tell me that he was exhausted, he was going to bed. He thinks it may be his tablets, because he has increased the dose. "Why have you increased the dose ?" I ask, "Well I thought I'd see what happened" he replied. I was speechless (and that doesn't happen often dear reader!)
So the tablets for his IBS, which only this afternoon he told me were the best thing ever, have now made him exhausted. Nothing to do with the bottle of wine he drank then. Another excuse.
Last week, when he was away, the power went off when I put the outside lights on at night. It was raining very hard, and I assume some water had got into one of the lights. I got a torch, checked the circuit board, dealt with the problem. When I told Mr H, he said " you probably overloaded the circuit". Well I didn't do anything different, but he was insistent that I must have done something wrong. "Yes dear" I said, feeling slightly smug that I'm in the right!
Always excuses. So exhausted that he couldn't help me empty the dishwasher, or let the dog out, so
busy faffing with the pond that he couldn't help me weed the garden, so busy with his AS life that we
have no normality at all.
Sometimes it exhausts me, but it's no excuse, I just have to get on with life.
Hannah x
Today we've been doing gardening stuff, weeding mostly. Mr H doesn't like weeding, he prefers to do something more exciting (!) like edging the lawn (which he does once a year, and a fortnight later it looks as bad as it did before, but he's happy, he's edged the lawn, the box is ticked!). So after 5 minutes weeding, he wandered off to look for newts in the pond, while I carried on with the back breaking stuff. I went to find him after a while and asked why he wasn't helping me....." Well I'm not sure which are the weeds" was the excuse, not impressed, he could ask me if he's unsure.
After tea, I sat in the conservatory knitting and listening to the radio, he was in the front room watching TV........or perhaps not, I wandered in at 7.30pm and he was fast asleep, as he was at 8.30, and 9.30. At 9.45pm he staggered out to tell me that he was exhausted, he was going to bed. He thinks it may be his tablets, because he has increased the dose. "Why have you increased the dose ?" I ask, "Well I thought I'd see what happened" he replied. I was speechless (and that doesn't happen often dear reader!)
So the tablets for his IBS, which only this afternoon he told me were the best thing ever, have now made him exhausted. Nothing to do with the bottle of wine he drank then. Another excuse.
Last week, when he was away, the power went off when I put the outside lights on at night. It was raining very hard, and I assume some water had got into one of the lights. I got a torch, checked the circuit board, dealt with the problem. When I told Mr H, he said " you probably overloaded the circuit". Well I didn't do anything different, but he was insistent that I must have done something wrong. "Yes dear" I said, feeling slightly smug that I'm in the right!
Always excuses. So exhausted that he couldn't help me empty the dishwasher, or let the dog out, so
busy faffing with the pond that he couldn't help me weed the garden, so busy with his AS life that we
have no normality at all.
Sometimes it exhausts me, but it's no excuse, I just have to get on with life.
Hannah x
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