I’m Sorry

Ephesians 2:17 And He came and preached peace to you who were afar off and to those who were near

Our $60 breakfast at Café Milano, Reykjavik, Iceland

Mike went to lunch with the guys today, and he seemed irritable when he got home. He sat on the sofa for a while, and dozed off, but he didn’t stay there long. He ended up getting up within an hour.

About 1:30 I suggested he go to watch some tv, and he did. I was reading a book, and the door bell rang. It was Rick Stone, a retired Battalion Chief from Los Angeles County Fire Department. He had a commemorative coin to give to Mike from the Museum. It’s very pretty and I got some photos of Rick presenting the coin to Mike. Then Mike seemed to be in a much better mood.

After Rick left, I worked in my office/craft room and got a lot done, though there is a bunch to go. I ordered, what I hope is, the proper shelves for placing on top of the filing cabinets. I will be using the shelves for my genealogy and scrapbooking supplies and files. The room looks great. Robert showed up this morning and finished putting together the cabinet, and now it needs to be anchored to the wall. I cannot put anything into it until it’s anchored. I did get a lot of papers sorted, some junk mail thrown out, and other stuff filed away. I feel good about this progress on this. This room project, I have been working to accomplish for almost 2 years and it’s a relief to finally be able to see light at the end of one of my many tunnels of projects!

After Mike’s dinner, I cleaned the kitchen, and then I sat and read for a while, until it was time for Mike’s evening meds. I took them to him, along with a glass of warm milk and he told me I wasn’t any fun anymore! What??? He said I never want to do anything with him and I am always tired. Uhhhh Yeah – I told him I’m tired because I am doing everything alone. I don’t have any help and I am up early and busy almost all day, and by the time I go to bed I am exhausted. He told me he was sorry, he didn’t know how to help me. I told him there is no need to be sorry, it’s something that can’t be helped, and I am happy to do the things that need to be done, I just don’t have a lot left over for much else. He patted my shoulder, sat down, and began to watch tv again.

I am hoping he decides to go to bed soon, so I can lay down and sleep.

Published by motherpooh

I am a Mom and a Grandma. I like photography, genealogy, scrapbooking, canning, and gardening

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