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Our holiday tradition:
In the morning, DH follows me around like a puppy. "Why are you still here" I ask. He says "I just want to be near you because I love you."
I say "Time to start chores." He says: "I've got to get to the hospital" and zips away fast as a greyhound chasing a rabbit and quickly forgetting he wants to be near me because he loves me.
This afternoon he'll offer to help me in the kitchen. It is important to my sanity to give him only simple tasks.
This means I would have to draw diagrams and make a video on how to pare potatoes and cut them into quarters.
But first, I'd have to give him a map of where the kitchen utensils are located along with photos of those utensils for ease of identification.
Then I'd have to verbally explain the diagrams and video about how to pare and quarter potatoes.
And he would expect me to stand by his side giving him "atta good boy" every time he managed to pare and quarter a potato being totally clueless to the fact that I'm busy preparing the rest of the dishes.
This one task would have to be started 6 hours ahead of serving time and in conjunction with me swallowing Advil by the handful to stave off a headache from the joy of all the help.
In the morning, DH follows me around like a puppy. "Why are you still here" I ask. He says "I just want to be near you because I love you."
I say "Time to start chores." He says: "I've got to get to the hospital" and zips away fast as a greyhound chasing a rabbit and quickly forgetting he wants to be near me because he loves me.
This afternoon he'll offer to help me in the kitchen. It is important to my sanity to give him only simple tasks.
This means I would have to draw diagrams and make a video on how to pare potatoes and cut them into quarters.
But first, I'd have to give him a map of where the kitchen utensils are located along with photos of those utensils for ease of identification.
Then I'd have to verbally explain the diagrams and video about how to pare and quarter potatoes.
And he would expect me to stand by his side giving him "atta good boy" every time he managed to pare and quarter a potato being totally clueless to the fact that I'm busy preparing the rest of the dishes.
This one task would have to be started 6 hours ahead of serving time and in conjunction with me swallowing Advil by the handful to stave off a headache from the joy of all the help.
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