New Year’s Day 2013. Time for reflection, renewal, and revision.
We had a glorious evening last night at a local café that featured a great band. The food was fantastic and there was a surprisingly good comic during one of the band breaks. Steve was the designated driver so I was able to enjoy a wonderful glass of wine with my salmon and a little bit of bubbly at midnight.
My Sweetie was polite, calm and pleasant, a drastic change from his persona of earlier yesterday.
Over the weekend we realized that both our thousand gallon septic tanks needed pumping out. It should be done every two to three years. For us it’s been seven, which is a really good sign that we have been doing things right. No garbage disposal, no bleach in the wash, no powdered detergents for dishes or laundry, or harmful cleaners down the drain.
Instead of being happy with me, my hubby was trying every which way to ‘blame’ me for the system needing pumping. He had a total screaming, swearing meltdown.
Uh huh. Yah, right. All my fault.
Yesterday morning was another meltdown go-around. Steve decided he needed a refill on a med that had no refills available. I needed him to sign a check for deposit but he was on the phone to his doctor’s office. They told him to call the pharmacy to have them call the doctor. He called the pharmacy who said that they couldn’t do that. They told him to call his doctor.
Hubby was furious.
Back again on the phone with the doctor’s office they reminded him that he had an appointment with the doc on Thursday. He rudely hung up the phone and slammed his pill bottle onto the counter. As the bottle hit, I heard rattling. A whole lot of rattling.
“Sweetheart, how many tablets do you have?” I questioned my much irked mate.
“NINE!” came the ferocious response.
“How many pills of it do you take per day?” I further quizzed.
“ONE!” barked Steve.
“Ummm, why do you need to renew the prescription today if you are going in to see the doctor in four days? Could you talk to him about it then? Perhaps he didn’t want to renew this specific med or wants to change the dosage.”
Total silence from my spouse for a few minutes as the wheels and gears in his head turned. He picked up the pill bottle and stared at it, then turned and walked off.
I sighed, then went off to not do laundry since the tanks still needed pumping.
May the good Lord bless the wonderful man who came out a few hours later to do the pumping on a New Year’s Eve. With his help, I was able to have a whole lot of crap hauled off and start the New Year with clean tanks.