We are snuggled in the kitchen

Hello all, Young Master Duke and I are listening to music in the kitchen. Our kitchen is almost tiny house sized. There is no room to maneuver around, especially in a wheelchair. Yet, Young Master Duke and I are fine.

When this house was built, the kitchen was designed so that everything is less than 3 steps away. The sink is reachable from both the fridge and the stove. 2 adults barely fit standing upright in it.

That said, my beloved is resting. So, to help him rest, Duke and I are enjoying close proximity to the coffee pot, and I can reach down and give him belly rubs while he sits next to me.

Since my husband has misophonia, we don’t often listen to music, Duke and I. However, I love most music. So, it’s a very special treat. I have my phone playing a classical playlist softly in the background, and we are good.

Heck even my headphones are getting a much deserved rest.

Little stolen moments, like this one, are treats for Duke and I. Living with someone who is challenged can be a trial, yet I’m not convicted in this situation. We adapt.

Okay, I listen to quite a bit in the car at full volume when I can.

Take care my friends, please enjoy a little stolen moment of joy. -L

He did the dishes and made coffee

Morning all, I am gobsmacked. I woke up to Young Master Duke snuggling me, but his fur was damp. I knew immediately that my beloved had let him out. It’s been raining overnight, and Duke was dry when I laid down.

I grabbed my speaker and cell phone, and headed to the necessary. I luxuriated in a shower, and really enjoyed it. I smell like powders, and a little perfume. Heck I splurged. I put on my favorite dress. Note: This is also my only garment that shows cleavage. I wear it with a shawl when I go out. I wanted to feel female.

On entering the kitchen for the morning cup, I saw a note on the dishwasher. Um, he had done dishes. Who is this man? To do a load of laundry, means he had to roll the loaded machine over and hook it up to the sink.

I did let Duke out to go potty while I boiled water for my tea. He also made coffee for me. Um… wow. He couldn’t fill the machine yesterday. I was flummoxed, and grateful.

He is my Shuggie lump, and I know for a fact that he did way too much, but I am so proud of him. I love him.

Take care, please, my friends. Take care. -L

Not enough coffee

Morning all. The Mister is demanding again this morning. It’s part and parcel of the whole marriage thing. Young Master Duke is on the edge of my bed, wanting attention. Shortly, I’m going to crawl in with him and catch a nappage.

I’m still working on the loom knit thingamie in between helping the hubs. I have no clue what it is, other than a comfort in stress.

This morning, I woke, grabbed his urinal and headed to the necessary myself. I could tell he was doing some more for himself while I slept, which was a good thing.

Last night, getting him in and out of bed, I did an oh sheet and I’m going to be hurting again for awhile. The good news, I start PT next week. The bad news? Sighs. He knows that when I help him, I’m going to be in severe pain for a few hours. We can’t get home health aide people. It’s what it is.

Meanwhile, he was a bit demanding this morning, and I went and sat down for awhile. I’m still here, at the desk. I’ve made sure he has tea, and his urinal. I’ve checked on him, and he has snacks. I even gave him a good morning happy banana (they are still fowl evil things.)

We will be okay. It’s just going to take time.

!Hugs my friends, take care, I love you. -L

We are on our way

Morning all, hope you are well. When this posts, I will be sitting in the surgical tower parking lot with snot running down my nose. My belovedwith be making his way upstairs, and I will be inventing not just new swear words, but new methods of swearing.

It’s one of those things. Let’s go back in time a little. One Sunday, my beloved came up with 30 new crisis about surgery day. It’s supposed to be hot. It’s supposed to be this. This is happening, that is happening. You need to do this, and you must do that.


My personal micromanager got all kinds of bullshit into his thick skull about what’s going to happen while he is under the knife. Not to him, mind you, but to Young Master Duke and I.

After I returned from getting the groceries on Sunday, he flipped his gourd. Well, I flipped mine too. It was obvious at that point that nothing I was going to be doing over the next 4 days was going to be proper in any way, shape or form. FFS.

I didn’t flip the table over, but I did beller right back at him.

Combo plate service here: Mansplaining, with OCD, and the fact that I would be completely unsupervised in the town I was born in. I know humans who live in that specific community. Sheet, I’m related to them. And that’s the crux of the problem.

He was worried I’d run into some of my more potent family. I wasn’t. I know what parts of town to avoid. I know by knowing them where to not hang out. Heck, I didn’t even really have plans to be within 15 miles of most of them.

So, my Mister was worried about me. I get it. I really do. How to reassure a man who worries about everything that I would be okay? I am going with plan A actually. What plan A is, I will write about in a future post. I will be just fine.

I suppose I better send this off, and get busy. I have a vehicle to clean out and um supplies to load into the beastie. Hugs my friends. Oh, and Walmart has kids fishing kits if you are interested. I just need to find a river and wet a line. I have my license. Take care my friends. I will update you tomorrow on how he did. Hugs, -L

It started with tobacco.

Morning all, I’m curled up at the desk, and am swallowing tea like its a gift from the gods. I’ve had a 2 hour nap, and am kind of fuzzy headed. There is a history podcast from the Viking period in my ears.

In the wee hours of the morning, my beloved asked me to run to one of the local gas stations for some tobacco. I agreed, and headed to the store. I grabbed a coffee (tactical error) and made his tobacco order. I also grabbed one of my own bags of tobacco and headed out. The coffee was foul. I have spent too many hours watching a certain British Barista. James Hoffman has screwed me over.

I then made the mistake of checking my watch. There was a text from my beloved mentioning donuts… I barely scanned it, and headed to the car. Okay, I will head to the other place which has better donuts. I arrive, and I mistook his message to mean he wanted powdered donuts.


I grabbed the wrong donuts. I also grabbed the rest of his tobacco order, another bag of mine, paid and headed home. It wasn’t until I hit the restroom at home, that he informed me of the error of my ways.

FFS. Snarling at each other through the closed bathroom door was fun, but I was starting to really throb from my adventures so far.

He then sent me a message asking me to pick up some pizzas, milk and the right donuts. Okay, I took a break, and headed out. However, before I made it to the door, he wanted cans of chili for the pizza. He meant chili the stuff you eat in a bowl with cheese and saltines… not chili peppers and not chili sauce.

Crap. The convenience store I was going to didn’t have canned chili. I said that I would see what I could do. I knew what was coming, and I knew that by the time I was done, I’d be in a crap ton of pain. My XP levels were already low, and this would put me in the red.

I grabbed some breakfast at a drive through first. I got enough for both of us, but knew that by the time I got home his breakfast would be cold. He’d already had 2 hissy fits this morning, the sun was up, and it was too peoply out there. I was feeling petty.

No, I did not get him a hashbrown. I was feeling really petty.

I ate in the parking lot of the big blue mega company. To get his list, I would put about 1750 “steps” on the watch while in the wheel chair. I got the chair out, parked my blue gingham covered butt in it, and locked the Beastie.

Rolling into the store, I knew, I knew that I would regret this. First stop, the deli and the bakery. I sat in my chair and glared at the coleslaw in the cooler. It was way too tall for me to grab. I sighed and went to the bakery.

The donuts were hiding, but I found them at last. He wanted the glazed ones with frosting and filling. He wanted fruit filling. They didn’t have any of those left. Crap. I grabbed the last creme filled donuts in the store, whacked them in the cart, and headed for the pizza.

Frozen food held way too many temptations. They have the almighty eggrolls, the corndogs, and all sorts of delicious will-put-me-in-an-early-grave foods. Then again, my breakfast was trying to do that already. Knowing that his breakfast was cooling in the passenger seat. I grabbed 3 pizzas, and rolled on.

It took awhile to find the damned chili. I grabbed bottom of the barrel, cheap arse generic chili in the can. It’s the crap he likes. I also grabbed some generic Velveeta, and headed to the milk aisle. I yanked his milk into the cart, but I was craving hotdogs. So, I headed up the processed meat lane, found some of those… and my wheelchair yeeted me and my cart into the back to school section.

Underneath my bed at home was a significant pens, notebooks, and book stash. My Husband’s breakfast was getting cold. I reviewed the shelves with enthusiasm. I didn’t get any, but I looked. I also went through the artsy fartsy happy crappy aisles. I even went through the yarn section.

Finally, I made it to checkout, the sweet cashier lady helped me reload the cart. I paid and left. I spent less than 35 dollars. When I headed home, the cute little neighborhood kidlings were all lined up for the bus. Eek, I’m not ready for the babies to have grown so much this year. I smiled, waved, and headed to the house.

My beloved, for the first time in a long time, opened the big garage door for me. At this point, I couldn’t grab the back hatch of the car to close it. My arms wouldn’t make the movement. I hauled the groceries in, asking him to shut the car.

I gave him his breakfast, headed to the necessary, and my arms just throbbed.

Now, I was feeling petty. I did let his breakfast get cooler. I also took my time. I was wheeling myself through the store, I took as many breaks as I could. Loading the cart was not fun. I survived the slolum of people and aisles.

Once I left the necessary, I put the pizzas away. I grabbed my headphones, and I crawled into bed with a podcast.

I know he came in to offer me something. But I couldn’t reply. My body said, UM no. After a couple of hours, I woke up. My health or xp bar, it’s still really low. Yet, I’m proud of myself. I did something I didn’t think my body was able to do.

Meanwhile, I think it’s time to head back to bed. There are more podcasts to lull me to sleep. I will bug you again tomorrow. Gentle squishy hugs my friends. Take care please. -L