(Originally posted in Facebook on June 24, 2019)
Great weekend, busy weekend. Lots of opportunities for M and I to spend time together and for me to really see how he is doing.
When I got home from work Friday, we had a notice in the mail that one of our cars needed the tags renewed. M was surprised – he thought that car’s registration wasn’t due until later in the year. He went outside and looked at the tag and then came back in and said, “That’s what I thought. The 8th month. It’s not due until October.”
It took a minute for what he said to register with me, but then I said “October’s not the 8th month.” Now, he should know this – his birthday is in October.
We went back and forth about whether or not October was the 8th month until he finally looked at the calendar on the wall and he started counting the months. But he was counting from the current month, so that put the 8th month at January. I had to walk over, start counting at January and show him that August was the 8th month, so the fact that we got the registration in the mail was fine.
We had a great time at the ball game Friday night and got to spend time with our across-the-street neighbors there. The fireworks after the game were fabulous and it was a fun evening.
But . . .
On the way home, he couldn’t stop telling me how to drive. Even though we’ve discussed HOW VERY MUCH it annoys me. When we got home and had another lovely discussion about it, this time, he brought out the martyr card – “I’m only trying to help you.”
If he REALLY wants to help me, he’ll be quiet – and let me drive in peace. More tomorrow about Saturday and Sunday.