Oaky doaky, but tonight I feel PINEy. OH has left for 5 days while I leave tomorrow for 5 days in FLORIDA for work. And I'm pining over the loss. The house is quiet. I don't have THAT stress. I didn't even know I had THAT stress until it was gone. The stress where I'm listening with one ear for his whistle to come pick him up off the floor or hearing something shatter or spill. That One (his daughter) arrived only 15 minutes late, 7:15PM. But noooooo, he wasn't ready. All packed (yep,that's what paying a sitter can do for you), but he had clogged the toilet (loo?) and he wasn't leaving until it was clear. One and one half hours later he gave up and they left. I almost left before he did and my flight isn't until tomorrow. I was just going to get in my car and drive around until he left. I could not stand the obsessive flushing with nothing getting better!!?? I was also outdone with That One and will be for the rest of my life I suppose. She just sat and waited on him. She's the one who drove for 2 hours to get him and had to drive two more hours to get back to her house. Why did I care? Because I wanted more of this non-stress time!!! She never corrects him or corrals him and that slays me. I kept telling him she was here for him and she needed to get back, but he didn't care. It's like she doesn't want to acknowledge he's not oaky. I wonder if things will be different when she brings him back Saturday after spending a little more time with him. I'll be the one with all the patience, at least for a day.
I will type this last "woe is me" and go to bed since I have a 6am flight. I will allow one sad thought to be put down here though...if it were, oh, 7 months ago, he would be coming with me. He'd play golf while I went to conference sessions. And if he wasn't coming, he could certainly stay home and enjoy his bachelor days until I returned. But it's April 16, 2018 and on this day, my OH can no longer stay alone. He has spent the day with a sitter who took him to physical therapy and a dentist appointment and packed his clothes for a week with his daughters. He was picked up and a wheelchair put in the car along with his suitcase. Now, I'm a weeping willow. Thanks for being here for me.