He’s in a Mood

My days, obviously, revolve around Mr. His wants, his needs, his “moods”. He has been mad about something for three days now. I don’t know what made him mad. He doesn’t know what made him mad. But he’s hanging on to it! You would think he would have “forgotten” to be mad, but no. So, like the good little soldier I have become, I go with it. You want to be mad, we’ll do that. You don’t want to talk, we’ll be silent. Lord knows, I have other things to keep me busy. Busy work. Like sweeping the front porch for the fourth time today. Like cleaning up the broken plate in the kitchen that I threw against the wall last night. Because you were “mad” and refused to eat the supper I had actually cooked. It’s fine. I made a note of the day and time. I won’t cook again. I can’t afford to lose my cool. I can’t afford to get mad, or sad, or anything. I have to remain, if not “upbeat”, then at least calm, for your benefit. That’s the only way we can roll. My job is to make sure you eat (something), take your medicine, keep you relatively calm and entertained, make sure you are safe and sleep well at night. Oh, and do all the things you used to do, but can’t any longer. Yard work, car cleaning/maintenance, making sure I keep the car filled with gas. Taking the dogs to groomer/vet. Pay the bills, shop for groceries, drive you to doctor’s appointments, haircuts, dentist, It is exhausting for me, but this is my life. Love you, Mr. Moody Pants! Hoping for a better day.