The more I try to be simple. The more complicated I get. Tell me I can't pack much and want to take the whole house. It is frustrating. Mostly frustrating for other people. Especially Jason. I've been like this a long time I suppose... Like my whole life.
I would frustrate Jason before, but I was hauling all of my own junk in and out of places, so he was not necessarily bothered by it except for the fullness of a trunk or the time that it would take for me to get ready. It is worse now.
He has to do all of the moving of my junk. For a trip I pack a suitcase for my clothes. I used to also pack a shoe suitcase but since I have my new special everywhere sneakers I usually only bring a pair of my Havanias along in addition. Then I have my makeup and hair bag, my medication bag, my pillows three large ones and three small ones, a blanket, Luka's bag, Dog Food, Luka's bed, my gluten free food... Well you get the idea. Oh yeah and it gets worse.. there are usually about 6 other cases to go along as well. Not always but when I can I like to take them.
Jason is such a doll. He hates that I travel with so much stuff.
Tonight he was mowing. I wanted to sit outside with him, so he wouldn't feel alone.. while I can't mow, I can sit outside and wave to him. I grabbed a magazine, my water, sprayed myself with bug spray and he set out my chair and Luka and I hung out outside while he mowed. It wasn't long before I was looking haggard. He knew I wasn't very comfortable. He made me tell him what would make it better... I said a pillow and a blanket that he went and got for me.
I was really trying to not be a pain in the rear. It is like being quiet. Every time I try to be quiet, I am so noisy. Frustratingly so. What is the deal? I think my husband is a saint.
Tonight he even took Luka for a ride in our old beater Jeep. Luka loved it! So did Jason! Dispite myself, I had a nice evening with him when he got back with Luka. He pulled up a chair and we sat outside until I had to use the facilities. Then Jason packed up all of my stuff and carried it inside.
Is there an award that can be given for the best husband?