She arrived Thursday and was a little ill. She rode all day Friday
and had a fever and totally lost her voice on Friday night. I
rubbed her down with cool hands. On Saturday she rode again for the
good part of the day, then drove home. Saturday night she was
sick, but happy.
My weekend was quiet, making sure the kids spent time with the
various cousins available, and enjoying some time with mom-in-law.
Saturday night I stroked her for near an hour, and we ended up
making love.
All Sunday she slept, I got her soup at the store, took a trip to
the school with the kids (abandoned ideas of rowing as Connor was
sick - didn't want to take him out rowing and didn't want to wake
HER..)
I varnished my boat. Watched the Niner game. fixed lunch
and dinner. SHE slept.
I started a fire, SHE.. spoke her first words of the day above a
whisper which was an animated, high-energy, strained discussion on
the phone of her horse trip the past weekend with XXXXX.
I cleaned up the kitchen after myself, but not all of the dishes in
the kitchen. It occurred to me to do the dishes for her that night,
but you see, there's this matter of history... see, someone made
this rule that whoever makes the mess cleans it up, no matter how
many meals they've prepared in a row.
Monday morning, she yelled at me for not doing her dishes for her.
These were the first words the kids and I heard above a whisper
since Friday(except for the phone conversation with XXXXX).
Needless to say, I was less than impressed, and certainly not
sympathetic.
I appreciate, and love a will. I adore a want-to. STILL: My own
experience has taught me that you do the party AND the hangover
AND the dishes.
and don't whine about it. This is an odd place to take a domestic
dispute, but it's a place where she will hear me. It's a place she
has to listen. I'm sure there's no application in this newsgroup,
i'm sure there's no one here who is battling a control beast.
:^)
mike