Rob has been a real godsend since my surgery. He has waited on me hand and foot, won't let me lift a finger to do housework and has driven me all over town to help me run my errands. I could not ask for a better husband during this time. That being said, I think we're both ready for me to be released back to freedom. He's tired of being "Mr. Mom" and running all over the place. I am tired of being housebound and not being able to get what I want when I want. Here's an example....
I am not necessarily OCD but I am a control freak...and I will be the first to tell you that. I'm also a "yesterday girl" and want things done NOW. I couldn't wait to get our tree this year. Rob drove me to 3 different places to find the perfect tree. When we got it home, he and P immediately got it in the house and set up in the stand. I started the slow, painstaking process of putting up the lights. After putting up one (yes one!) strand, I realized the next strand was too short. I grabbed a different strand to find that it had blown and had to be thrown away. When I went to put the small strand on, it too blew a fuse and had to be thrown away. At this point, I was near tears. I was exhausted, in discomfort and was beyond frustrated that I just couldn't enjoy our tree.
So I placed a Target pick up order for yesterday after church and added more strands of lights. But they apparently only had one (yes one!) strand of lights in stock and it was only a 35 light strand. I added it to the single strand that was already on the tree and you could barely tell I had added them. Rob graciously offered to go find some lights but I knew he just wanted to relax. So I placed a grocery order for today and included the largest strand of lights in the Walmart order.
Story of my life.....They didn't have the strand I ordered so they put 2 smaller strands in my order. When Rob got home with the Walmart order, I took the lights out and couldn't wait to finish the tree. But, as luck would have it, the lights are bright white instead of the dim "off white" color of the other lights. And now one strand keeps cutting out. Plus, there's still not enough to reach the top of the tree but at this point, I'm over it. So, now my tree is done and, instead of the control freak in me kicking in, my OCD is now off the charts. I HATE not being able to do what I want, when I want!! I just want my tree to look normal. But I will look back at this year's tree as one for the books, the one that taught me that not everything has to be perfect to be enjoyed.
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