We have good days and we have bad days. Hope you will follow along....A TO Z!
I long for quiet days.
I long for longer nights.
Why is it that the days seem to drag.
While the nights just fly by?
Anyone who is a caregiver knows this is true.
Too much to do and it goes on and on.
We long for the times when they are sleeping
And the quiet falls over our homes.
But instead of us falling down exhausted
To catch a snooze or two.
We end up surfing the net or cleaning up.
It is just what we caregivers do.
I have noticed that he has become quirky.
He hasn't always been.
He has developed new habits and ways
I don't know where to begin.
He used to keep his thoughts to himself.
Now he doesn't mind sharing them.
We say he no longer has a filter.
I try to warn people in advance.
But he says whatever he's thinking.
And sometimes it isn't so nice.
I have learned to roll with the punches.
He's still the same to me.
But there have been times that I have seen
Others shudder and then look 'funny' at me.
My husband was never one to argue.
He didn't like to quarrel.
If anything he went out of his way.
To avoid any kind of fight.
But since his stroke.
And his personality change.
There are days that's all he does.
It seems I can never do anything right.
If I call it to his attention.
He tells me that isn't what he meant.
And that alone will set him off.
To quarrel with me again.
I long for him to get quiet.
In his quirky way.
But I also like how he quarrels
He's a bit feisty, I'd say.