So, my husband's home, my son is home, and I am about to go nuts. I, in general, need a lot of space and quiet time. I have spent a lot of time taking care of other people lately. Which, being the wife and mom, is kind of my job, but still.
When my husband was in the hospital in late January and early February, I was at the hospital every day, in the evening, for a couple of hours. Then he was home, and we did a Fri, Mon, Wed, Fri, Mon, Wed of ECT. Now, that was several days of rushing around making sure that the boy was up for school on time, that DH was up on time, and that I was ready. After that, it was several hours of sitting at the hospital, waiting. And waiting. And waiting.
Monday I was there for 4 hours. Wednesday was even longer, partly because we were waiting for a PICC line. DH has crappy veins, and the anesthesiologist wanted to make sure he had a good vein for the surgery.
Then came Thursday, Surgery Day. I was there for over 10 hours. Now, I HATE hospitals. I hate them with a passion. My youngest brother spent a lot of time in the hospital, and I spent a lot of time visiting. They are boring, they are noisy and they smell funny.
The only nice thing about the hospital is that they have WIFI so I can access the web. And, the same day surgery/OR nurses all knew us, so they made sure I was up-to-date.
Of course, I spent every day from Thursday until Monday when DH came home at the hospital. Then I had to come home and be with the boy. The boy was upset, not that he would say anything about it. He just had to be right on top of me. All the time.
Now, my routine, when school is in session, is that I get up around 6:30 so I have some time before I have to start waking up Mr. Grumpyteen. Then, once he's off for school I have some time to myself, to play video games, watch my trashy TV shows or just generally do whatever I want. Then, around 9 or so, maybe 10, I start doing things that need to be done, cleaning or writing or whatever.
Except, this is a vacation week. So, even if I am awake before the boy is, he tends to wake up shortly after I do. So, no morning news, no trashy TV shows, no video games. No, instead I'm stuck watching whatever it is the boy wants. House rule, if you are on the computer you don't get to choose what's on TV. Except, it's my rule and I get to break it. So, even when DH wakes up and comes out here I still don't get to choose anything.
Now, DH is currently non-weight bearing on his foot. He's on a walker. He can't do a whole lot of stuff for himself. Which means everydamntime I get up, he wants me to get him something. I know it's uncharitable of me, but I just want him to stop. He's only been home for a few days. This isn't a good sign. Mostly my thought is that if you want something you can get up and get it yourself. Everyone here is capable of doing that.
I try not to make him feel like he's a burden, I hope he doesn't feel like that, but sometimes that's how I feel. Especially when I have no space, and people are talking to me all day long, and I don't even have any space when I go to bed because DH is sleeping in the middle of the bed so I am hanging my ass off the bed all night long.
So, I'm not sleeping well. My wrist, back and knees hurt. There is always someone breathing my air in my space, and I'm going nuts. I'm so glad that school is back in session on Monday. Hopefully what's left of my sanity can survive that long. Send chocolate.
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