My husband and I are spending a lot of time home together. He is recovering from major surgery and I am, as they say, in transition. My position was eliminated. What we are finding is that my career transition is coming at a great time because, regardless of how much it pains him to admit it, he needs me to do things for him.
We find ourselves practicing the definition of insanity on a daily basis. You know the one. It’s where you do the same thing over and over again but expect different results.
My husband has always been very active and physically fit in his daily life. He’s a general contractor and has been his entire life. He can add fractions faster than any calculator on the planet. Now, while I try to get on the elliptical every day, I have a desk job. I have a Master’s degree and like to think of myself as relatively smart. But when something minor is broken around the house and he is talking me through the repair, not only do I feel physically at a loss, but also incapable of understanding the simplest directions. Or maybe he just stinks at giving instructions.
Here’s an example of a recent exchange…
Him: “You need to push Up on this end”
Me: pushing in the direction that most seems like “Up”.
Him: “No, you aren’t pushing Up. You have to push Up.”
Me: pushing a little harder in the same direction that I thought was “Up”.
Him: “You aren’t listening. I said to push Up. Push Up.”
Me: stopping for a second, taking a deep breath and resuming pushing in the same direction.
Tomorrow will be the one week anniversary of his surgery. And to think we only have five more weeks to go!
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