Thursday, November 03, 2011
Today was my dad's birthday. Happy Birthday, Dad!!
It was cool and rainy.
Hubby's lawyer and the other attorney he hired for his schizophrenic brother met yesterday with the 2 new potential limited legal guardians. Hubby and his oldest brother chose not to go to avoid conflicts. The paralegal called after it was over and said, "It went well." Which means..................... what? No one was killed? She basically didn't say much at all. Hubby is supposed to have a meeting with his lawyer next week.
Please let it be good news.
I've read that a lot of educated professional women remain single and never have children. I think I may know why...........................we're obnoxious. LOL. Just kidding but I do feel that women who have been in a position of authority take on some of the characterizes of their male counterparts.
Recently I told hubby that he is going to have to get busy and get through this gigantic paper trail of his mom's. His mom was a pack rat and has tons of junk, including paper junk. Stuff like pictures she cuts out of magazines of dolls and such. Weird. Hundreds of unused, expired calendars. The woman literally saved all of her leftover checks from every bank she ever put money in and she changed banks almost as often as I change my underwear. I didn't want to help get rid of this crap as I'm doing other things to help settle this estate but hubby won't stick with it if I don't help so I'm on board.
The bottom line is I know hubby lost his mother and he's depressed and I get it but I want to be able to walk through my house and garage and sit down again and not 10 years from now either. I've been patient and I've been nice..........well, sort of.............let's not get too ridiculous here. I've never been that nice as too much niceness is like saccharine. It's me we are talking about after all. I'm kind of nice, like a hornet who has just had a full meal. LOL.
So last night I reminded hubby gently, "Get up and get busy!" It brought back my days as a charge nurse, head nurse, supervisor.
His response: "I'm not in the mood for it."
Me: "Yeh, me either, it sucks. Here's your first box!"
Him: "I don't really want to do this for hours."
Me: "Yeh, me either. I don't want to do it for 5 minutes but here we are, so get busy cause you're finishing this box.
Him: I have a little bit of a stomach ache and I think I'm going to have the diarrhea.
Me: Your mom had some leftover Depends. I can get one for you while you work on your box. Don't bother with the fake cough or migraine either. I've heard it all. Get busy with your box. Pimpstick!!"
The entire time he grumbled and faked near death episodes but I forced him to get through his box. He said he had worked on it 2 hours and was sick of it and I said, "Whatever!" and tossed out a few more things out of another box. He protested this wasn't part of the original box!!
Me: "Get over it, I'm changing the rules at will. Better put something on that paper cut too, Buster. Starting tomorrow your new quota will be 2 boxes. See you tomorrow night!" LOL.
How's that for nice? LOL
We ended up filling a large waste can.