Part of the problem is that he thinks that doing my HoneyDo jobs is "taking care of me". I get what he's saying and I am SO appreciative of what he is able to accomplish while working full time and raising 3 little girls.........but (ha, y'all knew that was coming!) it doesn't fill my love tank. Besides, remodeling the kitchen aint exactly a honeydo job--it's something that we both knew would have to be done as soon as we saw it. Not only is it 40 yrs out of date, it's also unsafe. (the stove barfed up a flaming ball of copper wire one day, while D4 and I were trying to cook oatmeal)
Get the kids to help? Are you freakin insane?? This week, his jobs are installing cabinets and chopping out a ceramic tile floor. Not exactly jobs that kids can help with, or even be in the room. Well, my oldest could help with installing the cabinets (hand me the level, honey) but that tile is lethal.
I want you to know that I did not mention the R atrophy at ALL..I knew it was fallout of the remodeling pressures he was feeling and I didn't say a word. Also, whatever is causing this emotional flatlining (life..hormones..whatever) just did not propel me to look any further than thinking, Huh. Things are getting stagnant again. I didn't bring it up until we got into a tiff about me going to a party alone. He was enraged that I would go alone and I said that my life is boring enough as it is, I wasn't about to sit at home every night simply because he does not like being social. Then it evolved into a discussion about my general feelings of boredom, within our marriage.
Otherwise, I never would have brought it up. I understand how hard he is working and how stressed he is to make it all happen, on a pauper's budget and only general handyman skills.
Thanks for the reminder about how taxing it is on him. I always appreciate reminders from the Other Side.
