My husband [known affectionately as the SOB—silly old bugger, that is] and I have invited my sister Leta to visit us here—I wrote to her this morning…
I’m getting really excited about your trip! …but also starting to stress out. That comes with trying to do toooo much! I recognise that I am trying to do toooo much, but continue to do it anyway. I recognise that my approach is not logical, but continue on my insane way. …then there’s my clutter-itis! I want to be neat, tidy and organised—but seem incapable of achieving it! My wonderful SOB comments fairly frequently ‘I couldn’t live the way you do’ …like every time I can’t find my keys or wallet, or after he asks me to do something for him when I have a ‘spare moment’ [I NEVER have time to spare!] … Now when I get stressed out or overtired… I get cranky. When I get cranky I explode. Then somebody cops it. Then I feel guilty for not controlling my crankiness and exploding. Then I might agree to do something or go somewhere that I really don’t want to do or go… to compensate for my hurtful explosion. Then I feel resentful to the person I vented my explosion on… Then I get even more stressed out. So I have to find strategies and set boundaries for myself to I can retain some sanity and not get tooooo stressed out or tooooo tired. Sometimes it works out. Michael’s got a new mobile phone. As we were preparing to go out in separate directions on Friday morning he tells me it’s not working and could I fix it… I didn’t explode but asked him to try asking Ros [who is rostered on with him at Vinnies] When I got back that afternoon—there was the sorry sight of him at the computer—with the instruction sheet that had come with the phone spread out on his desk. Ros hadn’t been able to help, so he was trying to work it out himself but was getting frustrated. I took pity on him and soon had it ringing—turns out it had been on ‘silent mode’. Satisfied self… grateful hubby… working mobile—a good result all round! |
not many dogs that have their own business cards, eh?
But where am going to find time to write my own blog???