A few days ago when the caregiver provider person was here with Henrietta and John was off work for the day we got all crazy with freedom and decided to hit Starbucks in the Barnes and Nobel bookstore. Just us. No errands, no kids, no promises to do anything for anyone else. It was totally relaxing and we had such a good time. John has been working so hard and putting in so many hours. I, literally, just sat across the table and watched the stress melt off of him.
After we browsed around looking at books and I bought a new one, we drank our coffee and headed out to La Madeline’s to have lunch. We’d never been there before and it was excellent.
It probably seems a little bit ridiculous, but I’d like to have just one day a month when we can go out and do just what we want, together and not feel like we have to hurry and run two dozen errands in the meantime. A “date” day, if you will.
That’s not too much to ask, is it?
Settling in at Starbucks…
NOW we’re ready to go eat.
I guess the saddest part of this story is how badly abused John is when he’s at home and it’s late at night and he’s so tired he can’t stay awake and I have run out of reading material, there’s no good guests on Leno, Letterman or Furgeson… Well, it gets a little dicey.
I had a sheet of sticky felt dots I had picked up at the hardware store to attach on the bottom of a part of H’s wheelchair that was making black marks on the floor in her room when I took the pedals off at night to haul her out of the chair. (I think that may be the longest sentence ever… yet, I don’t care enough to go back and fix it…humph.)
Anyway, I started out just wondering if he’d wake up if I stuck one on him. This, of course, led to more of them and I have to say…
I felt no shame.
Looks like he has a case of the dreaded green felt dot leprosy. Yes, I thought it was a little funny.
Did I mention I was bored?
Anyway, he got up to pee later that night and came back to bed and I started giggling and he wanted to know what was so funny. I ended up telling him about the dots and he started feeling around on his back and I had to tell him, “No… the other shoulder.” I couldn’t stop laughing. He did too and now every night when we go to bed he says something like “Don’t dot me! AND NO PICTURES!”
I think you definitely must have a date day every month! Just be careful! Poor guy. First you go for the shoulder, then what? It just goes down hill from there doesn’t it! Next you will be felting his feet, and when he gets up to pee, he will end up skating the entire way!!!!
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Awww, you two definitely deserve a date day! I like that after years of marriage you can still be silly around each other–you guys give a single girl hope. And pssst. I just met cute neighbor ; )
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OMG, that is the most hilarious thought! Note to self: buy felt dots. Because wheil I don’t have a bedmate at home, I DO have four kids who would totally find the humor in that. Thanks for the idea. and since I am such an expert when it comes to relationships (hahahahhahahaha) I would say that you totally deserve, no, NEED that one day a month to just be together. Glad it was good for you both!
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I came by way of SSG and Predo and BHE…I also smile at a lot of your comments so I figured it was about time that I came on over and said hey. “Hey! nice to meet you.”
This post was endearing and true…we must all take time to “get away” and recharge the batteries. If we have nothing to give then there really isn’t much sense to it to right?
The dots reminded me of the time my 2nd youngest daughter ( I have 7 kids) decided to color tattoos on her brother who was napping on the sofa at the time…in permanent black marker. She said, “Pretty Mommy?” when I caught her near the end of her artwork on all his exposed skin…I cried for at least a week.
He is 16 now and I can laugh about it whenever I am reminded of the horror.
I will definitely be back to visit.
Marlene
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Krissa could tell you this but I will take it: My brother-in-law (Krissa’s uncle) had a bit of a drinking problem in his younger days. One time my sister painted a green finger nail polish “D” (for drunk) on his flat top cut head. Another time, it was the era of long sideburns, and she shaved one of them off while he slept. Now that was really going to great lengths on a sleeping husband.
Aaaah, yes! I remember hearing about poor Ray and his drunken household misdemeanors…. Auntie-poo was the equivalent of a “swinging judge”.
No wonder he sobered up…
Wow, I can’t believe you would give BHE ideas like that! They way I sleep, I will end up with who knows what stuck all over me!
Such dedication and symmetry to your dot placement.
I’m thinking it’s a good thing to get out more.
Hope your Christmas was wunnerful.
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OH, NO! NOT the dreaded green felt dot leprosy!! Anything but that!! I am amazed at how well-placed the dots were. You are a professional, aren’t you?
Cool Breeze is right to be nervous. He sleeps like the dead. True story.
I hope you had a wonderful Christmas!!!!!
I’m SO glad it’s over……
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