I love my husband, I really do, so when things like this happen I have to laugh and share. This sharing is not meant to embarrass him or make him feel bad because I know he will read this post (HI HONEY!) – it’s just a lesson to be learned that we can hopefully laugh about later.
(for the record, you’ll need to at least read the second link to understand what I discuss below)
My poor guy is learning the hard way that small things have unintended consequences…
We have a new story now!
So you understand the context behind what happened:
If you are new here (hello!) you will need to know my husband has a traumatic brain injury and PTSD. The two stories I linked above give a glimpse about what we deal with in everyday life.
What you need to know about Mr. Wonderful:
His filter is diminished on understanding consequences to certain actions, to say the least.
He is also a notorious for being cheap. For instance, the second story above explains how he shuts off lights in the most annoying ways.
(In his defense, it’s because we have a set budget for his disability income, and providing for his family and paying all our bills on time and in full is of utmost importance.)
He also can’t pass up the opportunity to win something. He enters the Publisher’s Clearing House sweepstakes every day, without fail. I can’t even get him to change his clothes every day, but PCH email notifications get his attention no matter what.
I think I am going to start emailing him his reminders to shower and change his clothes. 🙂
What you need to know about me:
Mondays are notoriously busy, and my life is notoriously crazy. Often times I have to unplug the phone just to keep him from stressing out with the constant ring of our phone.
Well, this morning I got up and had a discussion with him about the need to get some housework done, whether I hire someone or delegate the work to the rest of the family. I simply cannot keep up. I gave him a choice…either I delegate some of the work to him or he helps me cough up the funds out of our budget.
He looked around and said, “But everything looks fine to me!”
I don’t know if he’s just being a cheapskate or being totally serious.
This response is from a man who cleans the kitchen and doesn’t think to wipe the countertops as part of the process. He just forgets, or his brain doesn’t ‘see’ it. (please note, he wasn’t this way before his injury so it’s not just a ‘man’ thing)
I tried not to laugh, but I did. Then I got serious.
I asked him if, God forbid, I wasn’t here any more…how often would he mop a floor? How often would he clean the glass? What about sorting things?
His answer: “Once a year should do it, right?”
Now my phone and his cell phone is ringing off the hook!
Come to find out, he couldn’t see the harm in filling out an online request for information. My guess it was likely associated with a sweepstakes of some kind. My poor guy is learning the hard way not to fill out online forms because they have unintended consequences…
Every mortgage lender in America has called us today. I am shutting the phone off and rearranging my outgoing calls for another day.
Now he’s defending himself. The poor guy.
I just heard him exclaim, once again, “BUT THEY SAID THEY WOULDN’T SPAM, and I DIDN’T EVEN FINISH IT. I X’ed OUT OF IT!” and all I can do right now is laugh and rearrange a small part of my day to fix the issue.
These people will. not. stop. calling. He’s not very thrilled about it. And neither am I.
But all we can do is laugh.
The final outcome?
I made the executive decision to call in a maid for a day to get me caught up. It’s a battle I won’t dare to fight at this point. 🙂