The Sweet Husband

Wednesdays are for Worrying

More conversations from the house of the deluded and confused.

First, I am not sure anymore who fits which description when it comes to this house.

5 AM Monday morning, wake up to Sheryl sitting beside my bed staring at me.

I get up and wave her into the kitchen so that we don't wake up the sweet husband.

I say, what's up hon?

Sheryl: I have been working hard to keep you from getting taken in?

Me: Taken in? Who's gonna take me and where we going?

Sheryl: They are, and you won't like where you are going

me: Ok I've been places I didn't much like before, hon, let's drink some coffee and just not worry about it, ok?

Sheryl: that's the problem, you don't worry about stuff and that's what's going to get you taken in.

Me: ok, then let's make an appointment and we will just sit down and worry about whatever it is that you tell me we need to worry about, will that help you keep them from taking me in?

Sheryl: Maybe, let me get my book.

me: Ok, can I pour your coffee or do you need to do that.

Sheryl: You suck at remembering stuff too, I've told you I need to pour my own stuff.

Me: Okie dokie, no problem, I will pour mine

Sheryl: Ok, I can do it on Wednesday, so don't make any plans it may take all day.

me: Ok,I will be ready.

as I go back into the living room, the sleeping giant is now awake, I try to sell him on the story that I have probaby forgotten that he needs to get his own coffee, because of my memory disorder, and he informs me that I also have forgotten that it's him that makes the coffee and I pour the coffee, and just because I got my job wrong, doesn't mean he is going to. So as I get his coffee to him I tell him not to make any plans for me on Wednesday because I have to worry about stuff with Sheryl AND it may take all day.

sadly, this doesn't even phase the big boy, and he tells sheryl as she walks back to her room, to make sure she gives me a long enough break on wednesday that I can fix his lunch.

she says at least I don't need to make an appointment with you because nobody wants to take you in, nobody wants to take you anywhere.

Chair goes back, eyes close, and he says why the hell doesn't anyone want to take me somewhere? They can't take you and not take me, I am a lot more fun than you are.

So if you have plans for me on Wednesday, I am busy worrying, but the sweet husband is apparently going to have a free day!