Friday, May 23, 2008

French Fries

Last night Hubby and I were curled up in bed. I was almost asleep when I heard him say "French fries".
"French fries? Did you say french fries?"
"Yup."
"Are you dreaming of french fries or craving them?"
"I don't know".

What on earth?
"Why are you thinking of french fries in the middle of the night? Are you pregnant?"
"Ha ha ha ha."

I'm usually the one who craves foods (pregnant or not). Hubby just eats what I serve. It's rare he'll even ask for anything.

This morning I left the house at 9:30 to have coffee with the "girls". Forgot all about our nighttime conversation until I passed a "fast-food" restaurant on my way home.

Hmm - do I stop and bring him french fries for lunch? Or was he dreaming?
Decided just to head home. But I was thinking....
If I have a craving for something, I only have to grab my purse, jump into the car and I'm off - to whatever, wherever (within reason) I want.
Hubby has to wait for somebody to bring it to him.

How I'd hate to have to depend on somebody... anybody ... to satisfy my whims.

12 comments:

Cheryl said...

I understand what you are saying Wendy, we all value our independence. It must be awful to have to rely on someone else for our every need. He is lucky to have someone like you who cares about how he feels.
Did he want french fries when you got home?????

30 years from Darling said...

My husband had a bad day, mood wise a few days ago. I tried to not take it personally, while making sure he didn't tromp all over me emotionally ... reminding myself ..he's feeling like a caged animal about now ..
depending on everyone else for everything ... even a candy bar has to be asked for.

All he wanted was a little control over some situation (being right when he wasn't) and how to balance that (I'm sorry, the frozen fries just aren't in the freezer, I dont' know where they went, if you saw them there a while ago, I don't know what to tell you. Getting up to prove to me that they are there doesn't do anything but make you madder and and escelate the situation ...)

odd .. it was french fries here too!

Wendy said...

HiCheryl,
No - he didn't want french fries (chips I think you call them). He'd forgotten all about it. Still can't figure out what it was all about.

Hi 30-years-from-darling: you'll have to tell me your name. I'm getting tired of writing out 30 years, etc. LOL! Oh I feel for you - and your hubby. I know I'd be a real b*tch if I had to depend on someone for everything.
Nice meeting you.

JeanMac said...

Hi Wendy.

30 years from Darling said...

Oh I'm so sorry!! My name is Pk!!!

(short for Peggikaye, which is too long to type out!)

Ex-Shammickite said...

So... did you pick up the french fries and take them home?
I can imagine how hard it is to depend on someone else. I had a minor foot surgery last summer and was helpless for a couple of weeks until I could get around again. Very hard to take when I've been independant for so long. All better now, thank goodness.
So I feel for your hubby... and for you too!

Allie said...

You are so wonderful for having that understanding of the situation. I'm sure it's such a help to your husband that you get how frustrated he must get. It's very easy not to take that extra step in thought.

Wendy said...

Hi Pk - don't be sorry - pk is definitely shorter!
Hi JeanMac - haven't been over to anyone's blog in the last few days. Too busy gardening. Will check in tonight!

Hi ex-shammikite - no I chose not to pick up the french fries. I wasn't in the mood for greasy stuff and since Hubby eats very little I played "Mother" and decided it would be better if he ate something more healthy. Had I been quite sure he really wanted them, of course I would have indulged him in this.

Hi Allie - thanks for your kind words. I don't think I could not take that step in thought. It's either the female intuitiveness or the fact that we've been together for almost 15 years, so we know how the other feels.

Mary said...

Wendy,

Caregiving is a difficult job. I've never done it on a long-term basis, but I know...

I wonder if he remembered th french fries?

Mary

Wendy said...

Hi Mary,
No, he didn't remember the french fries. He couldn't even remember if he was dreaming or what?
So the next night I whispered to him "pizza".
What? he says.
Pizza!
Last night you said french fries, so tonight I thought we'd plan our lunch menu for tomorrow, so how about pizza?
You're nuts - he says to me.
We both laughed and couldn't sleep after that.

Femail doc said...

Just got home from a vacation to the southewest cut abruptly short by a COPD exacerbation. Good thing he travels with his personal MD--had to find an open pharmacy in Page, AZ on Sunday of Memorial Day weekend. There was one open, and tourists speaking at least 4 different languages were circling the window along with me waiting for the pharmacist (a sour young man) to fill our rx's. It occurred to me as we went over Wolf Creek Pass in a snowstorm, elevation 10,000 feet, that if anything happened, I was the only one able to leave the car for help. Nothing happened, but it's sort of the complement to this can't leave the house for french fries thing.

Which explains, perhaps, the tendency towards grumpiness.

Wendy said...

Oh Judy, sounds like your weekend sucked! I hope your Hubby is feeling better now. Does anxiety play a role in this?
Yeah, it really is humbling to realize that if something happened (power outage, house on fire, snowstorm, a horrible person chasing them) the COPD'er couldn't walk or run to save himself!