Man Plans, God Laughs

I went to work for three days this week. So, the first day I was really nervous, because Steve has not really been alone, but I trusted that we would be fine, since he is over 40 and not mentally challenged (don't make fun of my husband, knuckle head and idiot is not the same as mentally challenged). I like to be organized and in control, this is what works for me, so the night before (Sunday) I wanted to make sure that everyone was on board. I had food ready for Steve, so he could have lunch and snacks on Monday. I wanted to make sure all he had to do was heat things up. I made sure that he had clothes that were comfortable, toys picked up, paper pen, remotes, music etc. All within his reach. I moved the wheelchair so that he could get to it, when the bus came to him. I then laid out the girl's clothes, told them what to expect, that we were getting up before the sun. I got my clothes ready, packed my lunch, my briefcase, my laptop and made sure my presentation was ready to go. I charged my cell phone, his cell phone and headed off to bed. I got up at 6am, got myself ready, made my yogurt shake, woke up the girls, got them ready and out the door by 7am. I rushed, while singing cheerfully about what a great day we were going to have... and arrived at day care at 7:08am. The door was locked. I knocked, and her husband answered after a few moments in his pj's. Oh, I forgot to tell my day care provider that we would be early, very early, 45 minutes earlier than normal. And I thought I was cool...

I talked to Steve during the day, he was okay. He was nice enough to tell me that he decided to shower without me being home because he did not want to wait and that he went downstairs by himself to get something, because again, he did not want to wait for me to get home. Safety?! What?! NOOOOOO, I am talking about a hard edged hockey player, a man with a stubborn streak and a race boat driver. What was I thinking that I could leave him alone for eight hours and assume that he would be smart about it.

Did I mention that on Tuesday he decided to vacuum out the pool? And go into the basement... and did the dishes, while standing. Yes, this is all progress, yes I should be pleased for him and cheer him on. But as he is doing these amazing feats, I am at work and trying to be organized, cheerful, positive and energetic. I am now scared to come home. I jump each time my cell phone rings, is it him, the hospital, the police... When I get home, he is so sore, so tired and has a hard time moving... Gee, why?

He is bored and starting to go crazy in a way. For those who know him, knows that he can not sit for more than 2 minutes. He is always doing something and for some reason, he does not understand that healing is something. And that he needs to sit, he needs to relax, he needs to put his feet up. He does look cute, though, when he hobbles with crutches to the dinner table with pink Hello Kitty and purple Princess ice packs strapped to his knees because he is so sore and swollen because he was on his feet too much.

I am off today, and for the next few days, so I am better able to monitor him, in a way of course, that makes him feel like he is in charge of his own life and he is the man of the family.

He was able to walk today, without crutches or a walker, he walked less than 10 steps and he looks as if his legs are different heights, because he is wobbling. I was so mad at him for doing this that I told him that if he reinjurys himself that he would have to recover on his own in the garage (Yes, I am loving and supportive). But I can understand why he walked, I rammed the car into the house... oops. Don't laugh, did I mention that I have a lot on my plate? The car is fine, you can't even tell, but he had to walk out of the car to see for himself. Did I mentioned that he was stubborn.

I keep telling him that Erica is just like him, she decided today that she was getting up at 6am and when I told her that it was not time to get up, it was too early, she screamed toddler style obscenities for five minutes. Sound familiar to anyone?! Gee, could she be Steve's daughter. Her favorite phrase is "I do it by myself" and by the way, so is Steve's.

I need help. Bad.

Soooo, he is healing, and I will be breaking his arm soon.

Man or woman plans and God laughs and laughs and laughs....

Ha Ha

May the God shine His bright light and love on you and your family.