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I love him with all my heart, but boy, I could just pinch him sometimes...
I took him to work early this morning, then came back home and puttered around on the computer for awhile. A few minutes ago I went to the kitchen to make a cuppa, and while waiting for the water to boil I noticed his hospitial ID badge in his basket o' crap* near the door. :banghead: I grabbed my phone, and there was a msg from him -- he had called while I was putting gas in the car on the way home and I hadn't thought to check my phone.
Well, with only 4 hours to go in his shift (in theory anyway
), he just said I don't need to rush down there early. But this kind of thing happens frequently, and it's not as endearing as it was when we first met.
Not that I never misplace anything, but I at least attempt to put a system in place to prevent it.
We have slightly different -- no, make that completely opposite styles when it comes to organization. I'm a virgo -- kind of OCD and anal, hate to be late, like to keep things under control. He's the intuitive type -- he'll do what occurs to him at the moment, for as long as feels right -- even if it means being late for something. I like to say that I operate on Swiss time, while he operates on Spanish time. We've had many tense exchanges when I was trying to get him out the door to get somewhere and he decided that he absolutely had to look up the genus of polar bears or the population density of Mongolia RIGHT NOW.
And I've almost given up trying to help him leave for work on time, or get to bed at a decent hour. I try to be nice and supportive about it, but he interprets it as me being judgmental. "Fine then," I feel like saying, "Stay up til 1 am even though you need to get up at 4:30. See if I care." Maybe reverse-psychology would work... the prob is I DO care, because the frantic get-out-the-door dance is so annoying.
*For weeks, he had his wallet, pager, phone, ID, stethoscope, etc. in a jumbled pile on a shelf near the door. Things would fall on the floor or get covered up by papers, resulting in much wailing and gnashing of teeth. I recently put a basket there to keep everything corralled. It helps, somewhat.
One time when I dropped him off at work, I happened to notice when he got his medical bag out of the trunk that his badge had fallen out and slid toward the back seat. If I hadn't been there to see it, God knows if we ever would have found it again.
I know these behaviors are partly his personal style and partly in response to the stress of residency. He knows he should be better about leaving on time, but it's his way of acting out. I do it too, in my own ways. But I would really love it if I could sit down and discuss it with him calmly, and make an agreement to find ways to reduce the unneccesary suffering that all of this causes, because these little ways of acting out only add to our stress level!
Thank you for reading this longwinded rant.
I took him to work early this morning, then came back home and puttered around on the computer for awhile. A few minutes ago I went to the kitchen to make a cuppa, and while waiting for the water to boil I noticed his hospitial ID badge in his basket o' crap* near the door. :banghead: I grabbed my phone, and there was a msg from him -- he had called while I was putting gas in the car on the way home and I hadn't thought to check my phone.
Well, with only 4 hours to go in his shift (in theory anyway
), he just said I don't need to rush down there early. But this kind of thing happens frequently, and it's not as endearing as it was when we first met.Not that I never misplace anything, but I at least attempt to put a system in place to prevent it.
We have slightly different -- no, make that completely opposite styles when it comes to organization. I'm a virgo -- kind of OCD and anal, hate to be late, like to keep things under control. He's the intuitive type -- he'll do what occurs to him at the moment, for as long as feels right -- even if it means being late for something. I like to say that I operate on Swiss time, while he operates on Spanish time. We've had many tense exchanges when I was trying to get him out the door to get somewhere and he decided that he absolutely had to look up the genus of polar bears or the population density of Mongolia RIGHT NOW.
And I've almost given up trying to help him leave for work on time, or get to bed at a decent hour. I try to be nice and supportive about it, but he interprets it as me being judgmental. "Fine then," I feel like saying, "Stay up til 1 am even though you need to get up at 4:30. See if I care." Maybe reverse-psychology would work... the prob is I DO care, because the frantic get-out-the-door dance is so annoying.
*For weeks, he had his wallet, pager, phone, ID, stethoscope, etc. in a jumbled pile on a shelf near the door. Things would fall on the floor or get covered up by papers, resulting in much wailing and gnashing of teeth. I recently put a basket there to keep everything corralled. It helps, somewhat.
One time when I dropped him off at work, I happened to notice when he got his medical bag out of the trunk that his badge had fallen out and slid toward the back seat. If I hadn't been there to see it, God knows if we ever would have found it again.
I know these behaviors are partly his personal style and partly in response to the stress of residency. He knows he should be better about leaving on time, but it's his way of acting out. I do it too, in my own ways. But I would really love it if I could sit down and discuss it with him calmly, and make an agreement to find ways to reduce the unneccesary suffering that all of this causes, because these little ways of acting out only add to our stress level!
Thank you for reading this longwinded rant.
I know it drives DH crazy.
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