The Con Job and Caving In | theremustbeawayout's Blog

Today was not a stellar example of fending off The Con.  H took the day off for needed mental time in his shop.  This was justified, in my opinion, based on some craziness at work.  Whether he went to work or not, though, he still needed to help get offspring to school, take me to a post-op appointment, do some straightening for the cleaners, and deal with groceries in one way or another.  Not fun for him, granted, but part of the post-op deal, and the end of this is in sight. 

# 1:  Had H been able to determine the day off more than one day in advance, the cleaning lady stuff could have been rescheduled.  His inability to plan does not constitute an emergency on my part, causing me to move other people and myself around last minute.  So sticking to my guns on this one goes to my favor.  In fact, this is one of the big sticking points between us since I wised up, that I no longer assume that his last-minute-itis naturally trumps anything else I have planned for the household for which he has been duly made aware.

#2:  Groceries:  Either he would have to drive and pick up an on-line order at one store, or he would go with me to a much closer one at which an efficient shop could be performed by us both.  Same amount of time involved.

Here's my backsliding:  At the checkout line, the impatience is pouring off of H.  But he does not say anything about it.  So I say:  Don't worry.  You'll be back in your shop soon enough.

Dumkopf!  I just said: H, you are justified to be miffed at how your precious time is being wasted in this mundane task that I should be taking care of on my own.  I accept that your time is worth more than mine, and I'm sorry I'm not holding up my job (even though I am still medically compromised), which is to take care of this boring task.

I should have ignored my sullen teenage spouse.