Okay, so the husband isn’t the best person of choice to hold me accountable. He has an extreme amount of patience, and must obviously love me, but he makes a rotten babysitter. (sorry Dear, but it’s true–I thank you for your efforts, but I’m feeling a tad worse about myself)
I think he has worked in the greedy corporate world too long, and has learned the phrase, Just Do It, and he no longer mentors. It is rather obvious that he can’t see things from my skewed view. Pfft, I don’t know how anybody could.
Besides, men have fix-it attitudes that apparently, I’m not understanding. At least not in this particular situation
I’m not going to research where I read this, but anxiety causes a huge feeling of being overwhelmed at times. Much of it, I can just do, but there are days I look at my hoard and I cry.
My husband disagrees with my description of a hoard, but if left on my own, I would be living among a pile of papers and a mountain of unfinished projects. Which I am.
So, just as most attempts at making myself a better person, I have to go it alone. I have to bring forth that freakin’ warrior inside who makes things happen, and doesn’t whimper about how much there is to do.