If you think it's another post about my out of control youngest child you're wrong. This post is about my husband, who recently had shoulder surgery to repair a torn labrum. I don't begrudge the man, I really don't, but I feel as though in one day I became a single-parent and added a 3rd child who is twice my size and handicapped. It's starting to wear on my nerves a little.
And it's not that I mind taking care of him, because I don't. I'm glad I finally have a reason to baby him and show him how much I love him. But he has this ice-pack thingy that keeps his shoulder constantly iced, and here in the atrociously hot AZ summer it's not easy. It requires a cooler full of ice-water that pumps the water through a tube and into this ice-pack....it makes a whirring sound, and I'm ready to murder it!!!
Also, he sleeps a lot which means I have to keep my two children quiet, and that is really difficult to do. He's also obviously very sore, which means he doesn't want to be bumped or jostled, which means I have to keep the children completely away from him. And they love their father so much, and they are just so happy that he is home all day every day.
The other thing that is bothering me is that he was the dishes guy, and he can't do dishes, which means it's one more thing on my list of things not getting done.
Thanks for listening to me complain, I feel better already.
3 years ago