O.K. sick husbands are the most annoying creatures on the face of the earth. I had thought, until this point, that the worst sick person in the world was the child on the 3rd day of an illness. The first day is the day when they are too sick to do anything but sleep and rest. The 2nd day is the day they go to the doctor. They are still sick and want to be cuddles. The 3rd day, well that day is the first step into hell. When the child feels poorly but well enough to know they feel poorly. They are tired of sitting and sleeping all day. They are whiney, grumpy. Now, take that 3rd day child and multiply it by 10 and you have the sick husband.
Jose had to have two hernia’s repaired on Thursday. The only day since then that I have liked him much at all was Thursday afternoon when he was still under the effects of the anesthesia and sleeping a lot. Since then he’s been a bit like a bear in winter. Shuffling out of the bedroom. Grumbling through the living room and complaining about every thing. Now, it may surprise you to know that Jose is a bit of complainer about housework anyway. The fact that he prefers to focus on the negative and complain about anything that I do instead of saying thank you (because when I clean it does look better than it did before I cleaned) is the reason that I refuse to do any cleaning around the house at all. My argument being that if you are going to give me a lecture or complain when I clean just like you do if I don’t clean – then why put forth any effort for the lecture. I’d just as soon get the why don’t you clean lecture while reading a steamy romance than have spent 2 hours scrubbing and get the same lecture because I didn’t see a piece of paper under the table.
Anyway – that is the part of Jose who is walking through the kitchen every few minutes. I got up early this morning and went to town to get lesson plans ready for tomorrow and Tuesday and go grocery shopping. When I got back, I was hungry and began to cook my breakfast / lunch once the groceries were put away. Jose arrives in the kitchen and begins to complain about the dishes in the sink from the night before. The same dishes I asked him to get Franklin to wash as I had just cleaned the kitchen / washed the dishes and cooked supper that night. Jose stands in front of the dishes, picks up the bowls and begins to put them away all the while talking (seemingly to himself but loud enough for me to hear – though I can promise you he doesn’t want a response and definitely not the one that I was about to give him) about how it looks like he’s going to have to put the dishes away if he wants the kitchen clean. Even though he’s had surgery, he guesses he ‘s going to have to keep working because he wants the house clean – despite the fact that the two nights before I had spent 2 hours in the kitchen cleaning it from top to bottom for which I got a “looks pretty good” the highest praise ever from said grumpy-puss. If it’s not the kitchen it’s the toys in the living room. The same toys he’s left in the floor for 2 weeks when he feels well – suddenly has to be immediately picked up at that very instant.
Anyway, we’re in day 4 of his recovery. He’s shuffling a little more quickly now – though apparently hernia surgery sometimes makes your cahoonas ache so much that you don’t even want to touch them – and I’m hoping we’re on the downward slide. It’s bad enough that I’m back on laundry duty because of the damn surgery – This complaining stuff will have to stop soon or you’ll find dermabond on Jose’s mouth before Christmas.
