Lois and I had an unexpected long weekend.
Her sudden “dislocated hip incident” erased all our plans, so we spent time together at home, nursing her injury.
Is this what retirement will look like?
I had the opportunity to wait on her hand and foot, which includes housework. But before you’re tempted to give me too much credit, know this.
I don’t excel here.
I want to help, but my want-to isn’t as big as my can’t-do. Lois is patient, Lois is kind. She doesn’t keep a record of wrongs. But when you make the bed with the throw pillows under the bedspread, mix colors in with the whites, and put gym shoes in the dish washer, well…
Let’s just say I’ll be working a few more years.