Happy Thanksgiving

So...I will pick up my boy tomorrow!!! Not a traditional thanksgiving but certainly a happy one.

Sooo tired, bone tired...achy everywhere!!! I hope I did not pick up anything in the hospital because I certainly won't be going back to one any time soon once I get my honey tomorrow. I think hospitals are miserably useless unless it is a life or death situation...I can take strong antibiotics at home and recuperate in my own bed.

My house is a wreck...I hate to bring him home to a dirty house but I simply don't have it in me to clean...I just want to go to bed and sleep until I wake up in the morning and get ready to go back to Panama City...again. The La Quinta experiment just didn't work out. It was too stressful trying to get them hitched up and down the elevator to the outside potty area. About 6am this morning, I had them out in my ratty old pajamas trying to coax a good poop out of them. Apollo complied, excellant boy that he is. The Grand Diva chose to shit in the hallway on the way back to the room. 3 times. I hurriedly secured them in our room and tried to clean it up every time, but there is only so much you can do with tissue paper. I am expecting a bill for carpet cleaning.

I hope I am not going to catch any flak for my compulsive on-line shopping the past few days. That and over-eating...well, I had to have new clothes because my bodyhas swollen up like a Macy's Day balloon. I think, I hope, my husband will be understnding as the bills come in...after all this, I am not in the mood for any scolding at all. He asked me today to please not give him a hard time about all this because he feels he has been punished enough. I replied that I expected the same from him...as I have gotten through this, maybe not in the most healthy, productive ways, but I have gotten through it.

As far as the crisis, we are down to the short rows. But I am intensely aware we have things to work through. My husband's drinking, which he says is over...his anger management...his jealousy. I told him that if this has not proven to him how dedicated I am to him, I don't know what else I can do. He is feeling insecure, an I am going to give him time to get his strength, both physically and mentally back. He doesn't like me being away from him, and tended to think the worst...so for now, our solution is he will be my chauffer. Great for me, I hate to drive, and it will soothe his insecurities and jealousies. With therapy, we will get to the bottom of those feelings, and hopefully build up his confidence, and trust in me. In the mean time, I am fine with him driving me everywhere I need to go...as I said, I hate driving, will enjoy his company, and have nothing to hide.

Just wondering, is this a new thing??? Have there been other episodes of spouses overdosing on alcohol and prescription medications, or any other seemingly suicide attempts??? I know there have been marriages broken up...so sad.