psalm 23: Though I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff-they will comfort me.
My husband has cancer and may be terminally ill. It is the shadow over my life.








Sunday, November 21, 2010

Weekends are hard

I really hate weekends. During the week, I'm at work, so that's 9 or 10 hours where I don't have to be around my husband. We talk during the day and he's SO crabby when I wake him up. Well, how am I supposed to know he's asleep? So I don't call, then he gets upset when HE has to call ME because he thinks that means I forgot about him.
By the time I get home, he's waking up and ready to rock&roll :) But that means "it's too early!" when I want to go sleep at 10 or 11pm. He wants me to wait until he's finished with his meds for the night. Which he doesn't take until midnight or 1am. And yes, the alarm goes off at 6.30am. And no, that's no nearly enough sleep for me.

Weekends have no away-time unless I run errands, but there's only so many errands I can go out for. So I listen to him all weekend constantly talk about being in pain (but not enough to take pain meds) or be his "get-me" girl (get me some water, get me the hours of the store, get me, get me, get me, get me...) A thank you or a please once in a while would be nice. But no, I hear "get me----" and "what took so long?"

A week or 2 ago, he was saying he's going to make back home with his parents (2 hrs away, driving) because "they can take care of him better than I can." As much I hate the idea of moving in with his parents (he's not planning to go alone), weekends like this, well, they can have him back. Just him, I'll stay here thankyouverymuch. Let's see how long they deal with his attitude.

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