|I realize these are two males, but imagine that's me on the right.|
Back at BoomerGirl Ranch, where BoomerBoy is home for - hold on to your hats, cowpokes! - 5-1/2 weeks... it's a new reality. Husband and wife together, 24/7. Day in - day out. IN THE WINTER! Until his follow-up appointment on Valentine's Day, ironically enough, when life will return to normal. Hopefully. It hasn't been one full day and already there are power struggles. "Let me get that for you." "I can get it." "Don't be a hero. Take another pain pill." "I'll take one if I need one." As SJG would say, "Oy!" My one advantage: Since he's not allowed to drive, he can't go anywhere without me. Some might call this a pain in the gluteus maximus, and it certainly will be. But, I think I can use it to beat him into submission: "If you don't sit down and rest, I won't take you to Home Depot. Yeah, that's right. I'm the boss. Don't you forget it, hippie!"