Remember the old commercial line, "I can't believe I ate the whole thing?"
Well, I can't believe Darling Hubby did it again!
There we were shopping at the Dollar General, and searching through the "markdowns."
Don't you know he spied a package of Oreo cookies, family size, 26 ounces. I don't even know if they were a bargain. I don't buy them, so don't know what they usually cost. We picked up a few items and walked on into the main part of the store. Whew! Thankfully, he left them!
I wondered through the store and picked up a few kitchen items, a greeting card, he picked up his favorite salad dressing . . . you get the picture! When I got to the checkout, DH was missing.
The order was almost all rung up and there he was, sauntering over from the markdowns with -- you guessed the family size Oreos! He seemed to think it was OK if he checked it out himself and paid for it. Is he dieting with me? NO. However, he is gluten intolerant and can get ill from eating gluten everyday. I did not raise my voice, but discussed it in from of the clerk.
"Oh, you worry too much." I am not worried. I am concerned! "Don't worry about it." OK. I said, I don't care.
Yes, you do, says he. "I got these to take to work." Meaning for the staff. They can buy their own, says I. Not because I would deny someone something, but because I know how he is with sweets. If he takes those things to work, he will probably have them everyday! Of course, he will think that is wonderful, I won't be there seeing or saying anything about it!!!
You see, he not only is gluten sensitive, he also has a problem with sugar fluctuation. Oh, and that's not all. He has been splurging on whole milk and struggles with keeping his cholesterol in check.
It is so difficult to show my concern without nagging. I thought I could just not buy stuff to tempt him, and he gets it anyway. I have to keep reminding myself, he is an adult and can make his own decisions. I just wish he knew his decisions affect others, like his loving wife.
I told him I want to keep him around, that didn't work.
I love him dearly. Maybe as I pray for him, God will give him a nighttime visitation!
I can hope, can't I?