Call me Dory

All day hubby has talked nonstop and loudly. I never want him to feel bad, but he doesn’t understand I need some quiet. I’m not focusing well on things and he started crying because he can’t understand himself. He keeps talking about how this house needs work and we shouldn’t have bought it. When he started saying how WE need to pull the vinyl up in the kitchen, I didn’t want to hear it. He mean’s ME, I need to do it. I can’t. The list of household needs continues to grow, while the money doesn’t. The kitchen sink needs the piping fixed. The deck is sagging. The shed is falling down. The dishwasher isn’t working. The yard needs landscaping. The baseboards need washing and so does the car. The window glass needs replacing.

Last night, G broke down the boxes for recycling and put them in the can like I asked, then didn’t pull the can to the road for pick up today. I just shake my head. So freaking literal.

I feel like Dory. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming.


About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I've said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family that left me outside of its bounds. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom focused non denominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. The oldest 5 are grown. The youngest is attending Community College and living at home. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and and a rescued kitten. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow go.
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3 Responses to Call me Dory

  1. Annette says:

    I feel for you Amber. Perhaps if you can’t get silence you could listen to relaxing music with some headphones? You are such a strong person, I have lots of admiration for you. My little J (who is now 20) takes everything literal too. Hugs! xxx

    • Even with headphones, I get talked at. It feels rude to ignore, so I only keep one side in. I’m so glad to hear from you sweetheart. I’ve missed you. xxoo’s

      • Annette says:

        Aw thanks. I keep dropping in here to read your blogs even when I don’t respond to them. I’d say stick the feeling rude, make yourself number one. Pop both sides of the headphones in and tell your other half it’s “me time”. Then if he tries to get your attention pull a silly face miming that you can’t hear him. If you stop feeling so frazzledโ€‹ and recharge your batteries I’m sure everyone in your household will benefit from it ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

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