Life is good again

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! What a wild week this has been. Monday, was a terrible day. I honestly think it was one of the worst days I have ever spent with Bob. The weather has been nice for a few days, and so I took Bob outside to sit in the sun while Sarah and I raked leaves. We knew Bob wasn’t able to rake, but he could sit in the sun and get some fresh air.

I handed Bob a rake and tried to get him to rake around his chair. That was a disaster. He pitched a horrible fit and refused to do anything. So next I moved is chair next to a large pile of leaves so that he could help pick the leaves up and put them in the bag. Once again, he refused to do anything. Then he refused to walk for me or even stand.

It was a horrible day with tons of nasty comments until finally I blew and let him have it. I told him he was working his way towards a nursing home and I threw in a few other comments along the way also.

Rob came home from work to find a house that was totally out of control. I was on the verge of tears from anger and frustration. Sarah was afraid to move or speak, and Bob was still throwing a fit and pouting on the couch. Rob came in the house, went over to his father and sat down.

“Pop, are you giving up? Is that really what you are doing?” He asked.
“Yep,” Bob replied.

Sarah and I just stared at each other amazed that Bob was actually telling the truth. We stealthily slipped away to another room to get away from anything that might begin after that comment.

I have to tell you, that I adore my husband, because in a situation like that where most people would loose their mind and begin to yell, he is calm, but stern. He began to tell his father that he was breaking his and Tina’s heart because of his actions. He continued to talk for about 45 minutes to him, telling him to listen and not speak. After he was done with his lecture, he told him to sit and think about what he had said to him, and then he walked away.

Tuesday came and I again took Bob outside while Sarah and I raked leaves. This time while Sarah and I raked I handed Bob a broom and told him to sweep the back porch off. He stood up, and started to sweep. He continued to sweep as Sarah and I worked and we continued to praise his work. He did a fabulous job.

After we had finished working and Bob and I where sitting on the back porch, Bob told me he was sorry. He told me he had thought all night long and he had been a stubborn mule. I surely didn’t disagree with that one. I told him I was sorry for the things I had said to him in anger. We had a good talk about his actions and how he needed to do things in order to feel better about himself and for his health.

Wednesday, Pat and Tina stopped by right after Bob had gotten up. He came out and greeted them and then asked for his shoes. I went and got them and then he proceeded to pull everyone outside with him to get going on working for the day. Tina and I just laughed and were amazed at the change in him. Pat took him out and helped him rake, sweep and then pull weeds. He didn’t even want to go in after 2:00 when I told him I was tired and was done.

Thursday, Rob stayed home from work and it was a little chilly. I didn’t get him outside till after 3:00, but he swept again, while I picked up leaves. We sat on the back porch with Rob and laughed and talked. It was wonderful.

Friday, he worked again in the yard and then asked to go fishing. I got him a pole and took him to the lake. He sat and fished for over an hour. He almost got a bite, but it got away.

I can’t tell you if this will last, but please say a prayer that it does for a very long time. He is a joy to be around when he is like this. He is doing so much better, mentally and physically. And as for watching TV; in the last three days he has only watched a few shows during the day. YEAH!!!!!!!!